I <br /> <br />If nature is life, nature is death: <br />It is winter as it is spring: <br />Confusion is variety, variety <br />And confusion in everything <br />Make experience the true conclusion <br />Of all desire and opulence, <br />All satisfaction and poverty. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />When a hundred years had passed nature seemed to man <br /> a clock <br />Another century sank away and nature seemed a jungle <br /> in a rock <br />And now that nature has become a ticking and hidden <br /> bomb how we must mock <br />Newton, Democritus, the Deity <br />The heart's ingenuity and the mind's infinite <br /> uncontrollable <br /> insatiable curiosity. <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Purple black cloud at sunset: it is late August <br />and the light begins to look cold, and as we look, <br />listen and look, we hear the first drums of autumn.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phoenix-lyrics/
