To live between terms, to live where death br has his loud picture in the subway ride, br Being amid six million souls, their breath br An empty song suppressed on every side, br Where the sliding auto's catastrophe br Is a gust past the curb, where numb and high br The office building rises to its tyranny, br Is our anguished diminution until we die. br br Whence, if ever, shall come the actuality br Of a voice speaking the mind's knowing, br The sunlight bright on the green windowshade, br And the self articulate, affectionate, and flowing, br Ease, warmth, light, the utter showing, br When in the white bed all things are made.