Aaron Williams

“I wish I could descend
From off this stage,
And find an end,
A grateful haven from this rage
Of this drunk, blindly careless age ;
From the row of this mad, hurried universe
That cares more for carburettors than for poets,
And seem to slide on down from worse to worse
Oblivious of the sage
And noble names
That strive to keep it from the depth less curse
Of meaningless enjoyment.”
― Richard Spender, Collected Poems