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Oh, will you ever return to me,

My wild first force, will you return

When the old madness comes to

Blacken in me and to burn

Slow in my brain like a slow fire

In a blackened brazier - dull

like a smear of blood,

Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering

up in a flood!

Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?

Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over

the huge wrong

of that slow fire of madness that feeds

on me - the slow mad blood

thick with its hate and evil, sweltering

up in its flood!

Oh! will you not purge it from me -

my wild lost flame?

Come and restore me, save me from the

intolerable shame

Of that huge eye that eats into my

Naked body constantly

And has no name,

Gazing upon me from the immense and

Cruel bareness of the sky

That leaves no mercy of concealment

That gives no promise of revealment

And that drives us on forever with its

lidless eye

Across a huge and houseless level of

a planetary vacancy

Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,

Lost magic of my youth return, defend

me from this shame!

And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright

song

Not cure but answer to earth's wrong

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Written by
Thomas Wolfe
1900-1938 / American
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