Here you will find the Poem Variations on a Theme by Joyce of poet Weldon Kees
The war is in words and the wood is the world That turns beneath our rootless feet; the vines that reach, alive and snarled, Across the path where the sand is swirled, Twist in the night. The light lies flat. The war is in words and the wood is the world. The rain is ruin and our ruin rides The swiftest winds; the wood is whorled And turned and smoothed by the turning tides. --There is rain in the woods, slow rain that breeds The war in the words. The wood is the world. This rain is ruin and our ruin rides. The war is in words and the wood is the world, Sourceless and seized and forever filled With green vine twisting on wood more gnarled Than dead men's hands. The vines are curled Around these branches, crushed and killed. The war is in words and the wood is the world.
