1020. The Bed by the Window - Robinson Jeffers

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I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed

When we built the house, it is ready waiting.

Unused unless by some guest in a a twelvemonth, who hardly  suspects

Its later purpose. I often regard it,

With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equaled

That they kill each other and a crystalline interest

Remains alone. We are safe to finish what we have to finish,

And then it will sound rather like music

When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky

Thrumps with his staff, and calls thrice: “Come,  Jeffers