Our elder brother whom we had not seen <br />These twenty years until you brought him back <br />From the cyclonic West, where he had been <br />Sent by the shaking fury in the track <br />We know so well, wound in these arteries: <br />You, other brother, I have become strange <br />To you, and you must study ways to seize <br />Mortality, that knows how to derange <br />Corpuscles for designs that it may choose; <br />Your blood is altered by the sudden death <br />Of one who of all persons could not use <br />Life half so well as death. Let's look beneath <br />That life. Perhaps hers only is our rest- <br />To study this, all lifetime may be best.<br /><br />Allen Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-of-the-blood-v-2/
