Frederick Philip Grove
THOUGHTS
(IM 1-14)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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EXPRESSION[41] by Frederick Philip Grove Dimly define themselves entangled lanes Through which moods flit, with thoughts a-wing[42] behind: Thoughts evanescent which I am at pains Ere they have paled in clasping words[43] to bind. Fain would I lift them from the enfolding gloom, Poor corpses buried ere they were full-born, Like infants that have withered in the womb, Of life's first breath, of its first heart-beat[44] shorn. Thus are these lines which tentative I trace[45] Abortive efforts brooding to construe Which, thus I supplicate, may help to brace This heart of mine its courage to renew. But words on thoughts, and thoughts on moods depend, And moods on fate; and fate none can expound. Thus shadow chases shadow; in the end, Raising my head,[46] I have but turned around. In Memoriam 8