To My Alarm Clock

Wake me not yet with shrill compelling bell !

I would in dreams remain, untouched by care,

Safe in a haven where no fears intrude.

Sleep cabins me, a creature in a shell,

Curled as a hibernating beast in lair,

Unconscious of the strain, the instincts crude

Of restless greed that would make heaven a hell,

That vaunts man’s conquest and ignores his prayer,

And destines him to soulless solitude.

If to awake means I must fight as well,

Climbing upon men’s shoulders for a place

Where fame and wealth anticipate desire.

I would for ever sleep and turn my face

To the far hills lit with unearthly fire !

 

Weekly Times     12.10.62