The lateral vibrations caress me, <br />They leap and caress me, <br />They work pathetically in my favour, <br />They seek my financial good. <br /> <br />She of the spear stands present. <br />The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis, <br />These are they of thy company. <br />With a pathetic solicitude they attend me; <br />Undulant, <br />Their realm is the lateral courses. <br /> <br /> <br />Light! <br />I am up to follow thee, Pallas. <br />Up and out of their caresses. <br />You were gone up as a rocket, <br />Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right <br />In the flat projection of a spiral. <br />The gods of drugged sleep attend me, <br />Wishing me well; <br />I am up to follow thee, Pallas.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-sleep/
