
810
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

809
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

808
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

807
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

806
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

805
To perspective multipedesOf onlyness,Is city sky--To wides of stone and narrows roofed--And lens-- all eyes in one encapsuled.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        


804
Sensing thought in shadows of leaves
Was my self-conversion--
To read the semaphoreOf green conversation,
A natural dispensation.
Now is my proximal fellow
Both ocean creationAnd sky-wrought simplification.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

803
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

802
Necessary at a remove--Compulsion's intention--To keep ajar the sealed valveOf doors.Letters to oneselfUnwritten, lodged--there--In a gesture,A rotation of a handTo recall the grasp to its devising.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

801
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

800
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

799
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

798
I saw a bird fly in the night--It seemed that she could seeThe nature of a path that wasInvisible to me.Instead of dark impedimentBut feeding inner cast--A sustenance interiorMade future what was past.Vermillion was created twice,The second at her cost--Avian--assumed--submitted--A shell of love unglossed.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

797
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

796
A loom of storm the muse,
Voiceless to change the air--
Without electric conviction's
False strike and instant shadow--
As Io by Saturn skyed--Await calamity.
 
 
 

795
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

793
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

792
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

791
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

790
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

789
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

788
The bridge must bear the carriage,Or no bridge be--But you, beyond breath,What quality?The song unthought is not a score--I see a shadow, nothing more;And I, like shadow, in your eye,Categorical--defy.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

787
 
 
 

786
 
 
 

785
The city church
Fronts appointed haste.
The spiritual man
Hinged slant to the stone presence
Sits astep--landscape
Guised, grimed, smoking
Hand-rolled,
Psalm toned
Accompaniment
To his vesper tot
In pocket.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

784
 
 
 

783
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

782
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

781
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

780
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

779
Opportunity spright,You darting birdTo catch a fellowFled oblivion.In the harrowIs heaven next;Of it--The world a field.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

778
 
 
 

777
Tested fear lays his ribbon
Red as guidance down
In wide supposition's unposted race.
.
Light will have her strict shadow
Yet the cast's design's depending
On the unfixed eye's hapless place.
.
The red runs through
The field become
Stippled subjective
And other--
My foot falls
And eye--
On dark and bright.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

776
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

775
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

774
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

773
The moon's in the windowDiminished--such glory,To be small--A far note become melodyIn remembrance--Sharp now deflected.Peripheral; not to essayA reflection.
 
 
 


772
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

771
 
 
 

770
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

769
Snow autumn
Yellow ginkgo
Wings of butter-
Fly abandoned
From startled grasp--such
Inclement news!
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

768
 
 
 
767
To notch the epochUpon time's rule, And name it category--Or tell a being that her thoughtsEncordoned lieWithin temporal whim--Would great circumferenceCrimp to small--Or throne a pearl,Entire queen--Her crown beyond your reach.
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

766
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

765
Were inadequate certain to beauty,
Might the gap the measure be
Of necessity?
The scale bent: mending balance--
Grace--the misshape of perfection.
[>a.]
 
 
 

764
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

763
How different in the passage,Season and eye, of propinquityTo furtive end?Guarded additions, scroll sky--then--Hushed discollection.
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

762
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        

761