between heaven and hell I walk
the silent king of all
no vengeance heaven wrought
no sin did hell commit
no is to meet the ought
divine commandments writ
poetry is besot
with madness, king’s disease
this is the last I breathe
before in heaven’s seat
I sit, and hell is mine to dream
again, till then I dwell
In purgatory’s middle hell
‘Swell
I am in
Edmund Wilson 