PATRICK CAULFIELD, R.A. (1936-2005)
Along a Twilighted Sky
screenprint, unframed
sheet: 40.9 x 35 cm (16 x 13 3/4 in)

Ah! my heart, that's enough! Please!
Whenever I can't forget, you know,
My weaknesses break out in a sweat
Until unclean, I let myself go.

Under my genius my heart curvets,
But I tell you, just desperately!
If some young lady wants my life,
That's quite all right with me!

Oh, go on, poor being, vehement soul!
Into their blase Jordans, dive;
Just twice massaged with running life
And you'll be exorcized.

Who can answer me, alas?
You there, perhaps you know
What to do with a hypochondriac
Soul? Mine's really first-class.

O, Helen, I roam my room;
And while you're down there having tea
In the wealth of some proud September day,
All of me shivers feverishly
Worrying about your health.

While looking the other way...