Ray Bradbury by When Elephants Last in the Dooryard Bloomed

Author:When Elephants Last in the Dooryard Bloomed
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-12-12T02:17:26+00:00

THE SELF THAT LAZES SUN

Night shades a side of me

Which leans unto the North

And calls upon a polar wind to hair my spine And fills my lungs with dread That part of me, half-dead,

A left-hand sort of thing gone claw Is creep and crawler on my bed; By night I feel my spider hand cup blood And move of its own itching pride To throttle up my soul.

Then I have need of sun and my warmed Southern self, My right hand called from noon To wrestle with the dark,

To tromp the spidered clutch, Let loose my soul in brighter gasps of climes More yellow and more perfect Than a Savior’s exhalations.

So noon and midnight’s self cell up in one wild flesh And own me, each in its own time, Or turnabout and own me in an instant fused Where black and white twins mix to make a perfect paint To color out my mask and make a curious sight Within a mirror’s gaze prolong themselves Half nights, half days.

What man is that? I ask,

Which singer of what song?

And image answers back:

The Thing That Goes By Night: The Self That Lazes Sun.

Both answers wrong.

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