1316

1315

1314

1313
The broken bird
Did gyre in the grass
In gestured essence
For the road witheld.
It knew no brevity
Nor a thing amiss,
But the bondage of opened eyes,
Of earth and sky.

1312

1311

1310

1309
In night there is a largeness
Between a breath and breathing,
Where a silence holds all sound,
A darkness all of sight,
And every waking thing
Is of sleep dimensioned:
Respiration's 2 A.M.
Still and spacious plenty.

1308

1307

1306

1305

1304

1303

1302

1301

They know who they are

The bluejays, and attendance take

Peremptorily: here, here--

Defy my presence not

Worldling, this branch, this tree,

The very sky is mine.

I see your future in the clouds.

1300

A cocaine dusk of summer

Was pine-walled and roofed

And the cool needles

Brushed the skin from any distance

As the green had joined the air

With crisp speed to slow

The spring-tide of darkness.

Our half-shaped thoughts

Would round themselves in the sharing,

And laughter light the abyss:

We'd live forever.

1299

1298

1297

1296

1295

1294

1293

Nothing is required

But the violence of requirement

In a borrowed room

Muttered with flowers and vague faces

In perfumed shafts of dust

Reflection that choked the mechanism

Of a mantel clock and memory.

1292

1291

1290

1289

1288