The bay is not blue but sombre yellow br With wrack from the battered valley, it is speckled with violent br foam-heads br And tiger-striped with long lovely storm-shadows. br You love this better than the other mask; better eyes than yours br Would feel the equal beauty in the blue. br It is certain you have loved the beauty of storm disproportionately. br But the present time is not pastoral, but founded br On violence, pointed for more massive violence: perhaps it is not br Perversity but need that perceives the storm-beauty. br Well, bite on this: your poems are too full of ghosts and demons, br And people like phantoms how often life's are br And passion so strained that the clay mouths go praying for destruction br Alas, it is not unusual in life; br To every soul at some time. But 'why insist on it? And now br For the worst fault: you have never mistaken br Demon nor passion nor idealism for the real God. br Then what is most disliked in those verses br Remains most true. Unfortunately. If only you could sing br That God is love, or perhaps that social br Justice will soon prevail. I can tell lies in prose.