Summer Song

I looked into my heart to write And found a desert there. But when I looked again I heard Howling and proud in every word The hyena despair. Great summer sun, great summer sun, All loss burns in trophies; And in the cold sheet of the sky Lifelong the fishlipped lovers lie Kissing catastrophes. O loving garden where I lay When under the breasted tree My son stood up behind my eyes And groaned: Remember that the price Is vinegar for me. Great summer sun, great summer sun, Turn back to the designer: I would not be the one to start The breaking day and the breaking heart For all the grief in China. My one, my one, my only love, Hide, hide your face in a leaf, And let the hot tear falling burn The stupid heart that will not learn The everywhere of grief. Great summer sun, great summer sun, Turn back to the never-never Cloud-cuckoo, happy, far-off land Where all the love is true love, and True love goes on for ever.