Something cooling, from “Early Waking,” by Leonie Adams, from her Poems: A Selection, this copy a lucky find signed to show it was from the library of poet Philip Booth.
I travel, not for a ghost’s sake…
It was for unconcerning light
That has not fallen on earth, to stare
An instant only out of night
And with night’s cloudy character,
Before the laden mind shall slip
Past dream and on to brightmost dream
And fetterless high morning dip
Her two cold sandals in the stream.