Anyone with even a vague interest in poetry needs to check out this fascimile PDF of Joan Murray’s Poems (1947, Yale University Press):
Poem into Sleep
In the night we peopled evil forests,
Running naked with our hands against our mouths,
Leaping from the channels to the brief hill-crests,
Frantic at the panting bogs and the cypress wreaths.
Now in this sleep we river-run,
Eye to eye, mouth to mouth unspoken;
For rock is flesh and the oval sun
Eye to eye, mouth to mouth unspoken.
Walls of early smoke the leaves,
Each in an autumn’s roisterous trail.
Even the dream a pulse of sheaves
Out of the hoar-mist tangled and frail.
Scale of the lifting eye on-set;
Oh, and a sigh and the pass of years.
The red-bent sea-spliced season met
Only to flay our primordial fears.