Retreat
Let there be
silence sometimes,
A space of
starless night –
A silence, a
space of forgetfulness
Away from
seething of lives,
The rage of
struggle.
Let there be a
time of retreat,
A hiding of the
sun and all colours,
For the soul to
ride at ease in darkness;
For the coldness
of no-life
To soothe life’s
burning.
Let there be
rest
For wearied eyes
to ease their labour
And wander
across great distances,
For the spirit
to slip the chain of hours
And drift in Atlantic
waves of time.
Grant peace;
For a space let
there be no roar
Of wheels and
voices, no din
Of steel and
stone and fire.
Let us cleanse
ourselves from the sweat and dirt,
Let us be hushed,
let us breathe
The cold sterile
wind from colourless space.
Richard Aldington
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