998

997

996
From an asterism in the heart
Crossed by compass
As coined patterns
Or tossed stars by hazard lined
Is goddess or hero by determination made
And explication of nothing crafted;
If nature make a circle round
Sensation's children's liberty's unsound.

995

994

993

992

991

990

989

988

987

986

Tired of London

And the simulacrum of days

Once breathed.

Small things a largness makes

Consonant with the sum--

In one touch all love;

In a multitude the prisoned self.

985

984

983

982

981

980

979
Dark this pearl as night rain
In perception about a grain
Of seeming sound grown water drop
Round, a phantom of what is--
Yet wholly world misthought:
Pre-judgement's paste was bought.

978

977

976
This primal calm
Was a void of potence
Unmattered,
As longing ere absence--
Whilst in embryo inevitability
That stillness of motion, time,
As one ruffle
Beguiled what it was by silence.

975

974

973

972

971

970

969

968
The constellated tones
Made organ notes by eyes--
So thought become
A school roofed by night,
And stars lectures
With mouths of light:
In naught but invention
Lies unfettered will--
A spurious perfection
All nature shuns--
Morality's clockwork's
But the ticking orbits of suns.

967

966

965

964

963

962
The heart of the father lies always in darkness--
Unsinewed at need,
Unneeded at strength;
In time's sightless border pent.

961

960

959

958

957
Fruit of a feast of idleness--
Her escutcheon amidst the pale,
To pale appetite this vison fed--
Needless is more in velleity's bed.
No outward flourish
But still-limbed beguilement
In private shadow reposed,
And affection touchless disclosed.

956

955

954

953

952

951
In sensation is the motion
Of sense in memory
With time's front commingled
By extinction made--
As, lightly breathing,
This sky descend and groove a field
Of what is past.

950

949

948

947

946
In the map of the garden is a quality there
Of the reflective echelon's
Third removal from invention.
Let me not name a flower
But my own unsymboled
And soiled fingers mine
From strange earth continued.

945

944

943

942

941

940

939

938
Think the shadow all
And parent to its casting--
And in the sunlit square opacity
As Substance masquerade--
So actions cover thought unseen
Yet reside in its seeming.

937

936

935
To accommodate the time
Let your back pocket--
For an hour's infinite small
In some increment--
Or leave consideration
Til that thought without echo,
When instant take a world.

934

933

932
Enlarge the season you petals--
Dishape the air
And necessary earth
With your waves make palings
Of the green;
Re-dimension the time--
Unfold my winter eye.

931

930

929

928
At the interstice is the fear
And joy spreading arms--
At the terminal's
Wide concourse marble
Volition breaks--
Undoing at this verge
The steady mask.

927

926

925

924

923

922

921

920
Insufflated moment--
A bird's voice stilled
Dailyness,
And called time
To small-breathed focus--
Wind poise--
Sensed chime unheard.

919

918

917

916
In coral accrescence
A reef of years
From present motes unnoted done--
Til hours blue and weeks
Red and yellow in remembrance
Rigid stand;
Underwrote by shadow nows forgot,
All far about to eye amazed.

915

914

913

912

911

910

909
Hazard's exfiltration
Of present from the past
Is the office of a moment
Who's duty's first is last.
Memory's a suitor
With proposals--to time--
Of selected emendation
To suit narrative's creation.
In memory I lie--
Its case indifferent show--
A symbol writ in water--
What's gone is what I grow.

908

907

906

905

904

903
The seashell as condign artifact
Of a program fault:
You'd bent over its abstract
Organic
As your spine's curve
Whose calcited nodes were conversation once
To my weary head in a wooden room--
Now shell once scarfed in sand
And shadowless day
Is specimened in glass,
Imperfection's calculus unsubdued.

902

901

900

899
The reality is singular it's the wind
And not the field's green wave of it--
Nor shape of cloud nor star but sky--
The dappled grass bends still,
In dark and light--
Nor time but future foregone--
Nor other word but your eye.