GURNEY, IVOR - Everyman`s Poetry

'What evil coil of Fate has fastened me Who cannot move to sight, whose bread is sight, And in nothing has more bare delight Than dawn or the violet or the winter tree. Stuck-in-the-mud-Blinkered-up, roped for the Fair What use to vessel breath that lengthens pain? O but the empty joys of wasted air That blow on Crickley and whimper wanting me!'. -What evil coil, a poem included in this book-