Invocation -
I Invocation
Wasp, climbing the window pane
And falling back on the sill —
What buzz in the brain
And tremor of the will,
What climbing anger you excite
Where my images brim and spill
In failures of the full light.
Wasp, climbing the window pane
And falling back on the sill —
What buzz in the brain
And tremor of the will,
What climbing anger you excite
Where my images brim and spill
In failures of the full light.
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