To a Solitary Disciple

Rather notice, mon cher,
that the moon is
titled above
the point of the steeple
than that its color
is shell—pink.
Rather observe
that it is early morning
than that the sky
is smooth
as a turquoise.
Rather grasp
how the dark
converging lines
of the steeple
meet at a pinnacle —
perceive how
its little ornament
tries to stop them—
See how it fails!
See how the converging lines
of the hexagonal spire
escape upward——
receding, dividing!
that guard and contain
the flower!
how motionless
the eaten moon
lies in the protective lines.
It is true:
in the light colors
of the morning
brown-stone and slate
shine orange and dark blue
But observe
the oppressive weight
of the squat edifice!
the jasmine lightness
of the moon.
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