Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell <br />Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red <br />Reverberance of hail upon the dead <br />Thunder like an exploding crucible! <br />Harshly articulate, musical steel shell <br />Of angry worship, hurled religiously <br />Upon your business of humility <br />Into the iron forestries of hell: <br /> <br />Till broken in the shift of quieter <br />Dense altitudes tangential of your steel, <br />I am become geometries, and glut <br />Expansions like a blind astronomer <br />Dazed, while the worldless heavens bulge and reel <br />In the cold revery of an idiot.<br /><br />Allen Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-subway-2/
