Exposure

• (1) "Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us.../ wearied we keep awake because the night is silent..."
• (2) "Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army/ Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey"
• (3) "So we drowse, sun-dozed,/ littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses./ -Is it that we are dying?"
• (4) "Therefore, not loath, we lie out here; therefore were born,/ For love of God seems dying"
• (5) "Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice,/ But nothing happens."