21 September 2009


1058
Sleeping light and certain shadow
And transience made a stone
Is a future self undone.
Antecedent to the completion
Of the stuff I have to hand
Is the hour of my hand's devising
Unlooked come to a stand.
Bloodless day to dawn wind stirring
The blades of warming grass
Have a valedictory taint--
The grass stirs still.