Winter 1958 • Vol. XX No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1958 |

[Let Us Hold the Light of Reason]

"Let us hold the light of reason To these emotional aberrations." While she who is loved by Hamlet Will gather rosemary, rue, pansies— That's for thought—and columbine. They should have sent her To the mountains, or the sea, Fed her on strong tea and silence, Brought six yellow roses on a tray. Instead she found a stream, Willows dragging, little silver fish. And what should come to haunt us in our dreams? Hamlet, too much in the sun? Polonius? A king? A queen? A reasonable room (Mountains or sea), smelling of roses? After our blindness, and the first sharp blow, Stinging across her cheek, we are undone, And give her right to grace the willowed stream. Nothing will cure the conscience, or the brain. Hamlet, Polonius, brother, king and queen, We should outvie each other in our grief! This is the pain should start us from our sleep.

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