A green level of lily leaves
Roofs the pond’s chamber and paves
The flies’ furious arena: study
These, the two minds of this lady.
First observe the air’s dragonfly

On the sheep-cropped summit, under
The mouse crouched, staring out th
It dared not take.
Time and a world
Too old to alter, the five mile pr

In the beginning was Scream
Who begat Blood
Who begat Eye
Who begat Fear
Who begat Wing

The moon not o be named
Going over, clear of all poetry,
The exhauster of the poetical
Faculties of our race, surrenderin
Of her fourth day rights, ignores

Stirs its ashes and embers, its bu
An eye powdered over, half melted
Ponders
Ideas that collapse
At the first touch of attention

With nothing to brag about but the
Tearing boar-flesh and swilling al
A fermenting of huge-chested bragg
Got nowhere by sitting still
To hear some timorous poet enlarge

Who owns those scrawny little feet
Who owns this bristly scorched—loo
Who owns these still—working lungs
Who owns this utility coat of musc
Who owns these unspeakable guts?

We sit late, watching the dark slo
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the a
There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer: the leaves hang b

Bloody Mary’s venomous flames can
They can shrivel sinew and char bo
Of foot, ankle, knee and thigh, an
Bowels, and drop his heart a cinde
And her soldiers can cry, as they

O lady, when the tipped cup of the
You became soft fire with a cloud’
The difficult stars swam for eyes
You stood, and your shadow was my
You turned, your shadow turned to