John Richard Cornwall - The Day's Itinerary lyrics

This morning it was Heidegger, The 'actuality of the actual', The fundamentals of Being, Dasein in a pointless world. At lunch it was Hardy, the sadness Of the poems lit like an unusual light. You felt yourself burn there As if that was meant to be. Now, before dinner, it's Sylvia - The exquisite suicide That forms so much of your life Until the words hurt And you go down to feelings, Those reprehensible stutters That turn black to blue to light Until everything screams: 'Forget it' And you close the book, A figured sense Of disturbance The poet and the philosopher Not so far apart, their existential Angst rife as Dante's hell And, like a selfish God, far to close To home.