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I cannot find a way through love and through

To lose this ever-aching loneliness in vaster solitude

Only a locked door

The long remorse

Vanished incommunicable moods

The dolor in the bells of blinded lands

The thousand-chorded monotones of pain

Locked doors without keys

Prisons without and prisons within

Labyrinths of newsprint

Coiled and rotting in your cave

The black wastes of the evening sky

Desolate oceans, and the light of lonely plains

What in our lives is burnt in the fire of this?

A burnt space through ripe fields