Sunday, 20 April 2014

To tomb....

....vacant possession


De Profundis Clamavi
Have pity, my one love and sole delight!
Down to a dark abyss my heart has sounded,
 A mournful world, by grey horizons bounded,
Where blasphemy and horror swim by night.
For half the year a heatless sun gives light,
The other half the night obscures the earth.
The arctic regions never knew such dearth.
No woods, nor streams, nor creatures meet the sight.
No horror in the world could match in dread
The cruelty of that dire sun of frost,
And that huge night like primal chaos spread.
I envy creatures of the vilest kind
That they in stupid slumber can be lost —
So slowly does the skein of time unwind!
In memory of Catholic poet, Roy Campbell who was tragically killed in a car accident  Easter 1957
The greatest Catholic poet of the latter half of the 20th century
May he find peace with Christ and His Angels - RIP

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