I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.

I said to the the sun
'Tell me about the big bang'

The sun said
'It hurts to become

Few are my years, and, yet, I feel
The World was ne’er design’d for me:
Ah! why do dark’ning shades conceal
The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
A visionary scene of bliss;
Truth! — wherefore did thy hated beam
Awake me to a world like this?

Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer;

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart
The sun must come and illumine them.
Such generosity has broken me with shame.

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.

The exceeding brightness of this early sun
Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

And as the sun is of no profit to the blind,
so Heaven's light denies its bounty
to the shades in the place of which I speak.

Laments of an Icarus

The paramours of courtesans
Are well and satisfied, content.
But as for me my limbs are rent
Because I clasped the clouds as mine.

I owe it to the peerless stars
Which flame in the remotest sky
That I see only with spent eyes
Remembered suns I knew before.

In vain I had at heart to find
The center and the end of space.
Beneath some burning, unknown gaze
I feel my very wings unpinned

And, burned because I beauty loved,
I shall not know the highest bliss,
And give my name to the abyss
Which waits to claim me as its own.

I by not doing, not by doing, lost
The sight of that high sun which thou desirest,
And which too late by me was recognized.

I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a
blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving
obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.

It is hard to be so old, and harder still to be so blind. I miss the sun. And books. I miss the books most of all.

O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?