4086

 

4085

 

4084

 

4083

 

4082

 

4081

 

4080

 

4079

 

4078

 

4077

 

4076

 

4075

 

4074

 

4073

 

4072

 4072

So few and less, then one

Ladybug is on the moon,

Our ceiling.

This last utopian

Who once like a rising rain,

With his flickering myriads,

Made the earth a sky

From which clipped petals fell,

Now surveys his whole life's portion,

An unfellowed expanse.

4071

 

4070

4070

On a different page of hours

This grief ran like a surf

Outvoiced by its motive sea:

A slight limb and ear and blank eye

Was bid, this outlarged smallest absence,

Silent

By the horizen-touching sorrow beyond.

4069

 

4068

 

4067

 4067

We fugitive spirits

We midsummer's night's dream--

We venlafaxine, we Bottom,

We valium, we Puck--

We one moment stopping

We next moment stuck.