INSANITY

INSANITY

Like a vivid hyperbole,The sun plunged into April’s freshness,And struck its sparkling madnessAgainst the barnlike dejectionOf this dark red insane asylum.A softly clutching noiseStumbled from the open windows.Now and then obliquely reeling shrieksRose, as though from menTo whom death had assumedAn inexpressibly kindly face.A man stood at one window,His gaunt face trembling underneathA feverish jauntiness.A long white feather slanted backUpon his almost shapeless hat,Like an innocent evasion.Hotly incessant, his voiceMethodically flogged the April air:A voice that held the clashing bonesOf happiness and fear;A voice in which emotionSharply ridiculed itself;A monstrously vigorous voiceMockingly tearing at lifeWith an unanswerable question.Hollowed out by his howl,I turned and saw an asylum guard.His petulantly flabby faceRolled into deathlike chips of eyes.He bore the aimless confidenceOf one contentedly playing with other men’s wings.He walked away; the man above still shrieked.I could not separate them.

Like a vivid hyperbole,The sun plunged into April’s freshness,And struck its sparkling madnessAgainst the barnlike dejectionOf this dark red insane asylum.A softly clutching noiseStumbled from the open windows.Now and then obliquely reeling shrieksRose, as though from menTo whom death had assumedAn inexpressibly kindly face.A man stood at one window,His gaunt face trembling underneathA feverish jauntiness.A long white feather slanted backUpon his almost shapeless hat,Like an innocent evasion.Hotly incessant, his voiceMethodically flogged the April air:A voice that held the clashing bonesOf happiness and fear;A voice in which emotionSharply ridiculed itself;A monstrously vigorous voiceMockingly tearing at lifeWith an unanswerable question.Hollowed out by his howl,I turned and saw an asylum guard.His petulantly flabby faceRolled into deathlike chips of eyes.He bore the aimless confidenceOf one contentedly playing with other men’s wings.He walked away; the man above still shrieked.I could not separate them.

Like a vivid hyperbole,The sun plunged into April’s freshness,And struck its sparkling madnessAgainst the barnlike dejectionOf this dark red insane asylum.A softly clutching noiseStumbled from the open windows.Now and then obliquely reeling shrieksRose, as though from menTo whom death had assumedAn inexpressibly kindly face.A man stood at one window,His gaunt face trembling underneathA feverish jauntiness.A long white feather slanted backUpon his almost shapeless hat,Like an innocent evasion.Hotly incessant, his voiceMethodically flogged the April air:A voice that held the clashing bonesOf happiness and fear;A voice in which emotionSharply ridiculed itself;A monstrously vigorous voiceMockingly tearing at lifeWith an unanswerable question.

Like a vivid hyperbole,

The sun plunged into April’s freshness,

And struck its sparkling madness

Against the barnlike dejection

Of this dark red insane asylum.

A softly clutching noise

Stumbled from the open windows.

Now and then obliquely reeling shrieks

Rose, as though from men

To whom death had assumed

An inexpressibly kindly face.

A man stood at one window,

His gaunt face trembling underneath

A feverish jauntiness.

A long white feather slanted back

Upon his almost shapeless hat,

Like an innocent evasion.

Hotly incessant, his voice

Methodically flogged the April air:

A voice that held the clashing bones

Of happiness and fear;

A voice in which emotion

Sharply ridiculed itself;

A monstrously vigorous voice

Mockingly tearing at life

With an unanswerable question.

Hollowed out by his howl,I turned and saw an asylum guard.His petulantly flabby faceRolled into deathlike chips of eyes.He bore the aimless confidenceOf one contentedly playing with other men’s wings.He walked away; the man above still shrieked.I could not separate them.

Hollowed out by his howl,

I turned and saw an asylum guard.

His petulantly flabby face

Rolled into deathlike chips of eyes.

He bore the aimless confidence

Of one contentedly playing with other men’s wings.

He walked away; the man above still shrieked.

I could not separate them.


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