I climbed through woods in the hou
Evil air, a frost—making stillness
Not a leaf, not a bird—
A world cast in frost. I came out
Where my breath left tortuous stat

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

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

Great farmy whores, breasts bouncy
Like buttocks, and with buttocks l
Two white sows jammed in a sty doo
Are no dunghills for bawdry’s cock
Nor tigery tarts, with rubber back

Freezing dusk is closing
Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and a
That can no longer feel.
But the carp is in its depth

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

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

A cool small evening shrunk to a d
And you listening.
A spider’s web, tense for the dew’
A pail lifted, still and brimming–
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

Terrifying are the attent sleek th
More coiled steel than living– a p
Dark deadly eye, those delicate le
Triggered to stirrings beyond sens
a stab

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