All the complicated details

the days, locked in each other’s arms,seem stillso that squirrels and colored birdsgo about at ease overthe branches and through the air.Where will a shoulder split ora forehead open and victory be?Nowhere.Both sides grow older.And you may be surenot one leaf will lift itselffrom the groundand become fast to a twig again.

the wooden walls of her husband’s house.I pass solitary in my car.Then again she comes to the curbto call the ice-man, fish-man, and standsshy, uncorseted, tucking instray ends of hair, and I compare herto a fallen leaf.The noiseless wheels of my carrush with a crackling sound overdried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.

profitable for me to live than here with you.These whirr about me calling, calling!and for my own part I answer them, loud as I can,but they, being free, pass!I remain! Therefore, listen!For you will not soon have another singer.First I say this: you have seenthe strange birds, have you not, that sometimesrest upon our river…

stand out uponflat worsted flowersunder my feet.Nimbly the shadowsof my fingers playunlacingover shoes and flowers.

of an ungoverned ocean which when it choosestortures the biggest hulls, the best man knowsto pit against its beatings, and sinks them pitilessly.Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minutebrilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sailsthey glide to the wind tossing green waterfrom their sharp prows while over them the crew crawlsant-like, solicitously grooming them,…

to say the sun is shiningAnd on this moral seaof grass or dreams lie flowersor baskets of desiresHeaven knows what they arebetween cerulean shapeslaid regularly roundMat roses and tridentateleaves of goldthrees, threes and threesThree roses and three stemsthe basket floatingstanding in the horns of blueRepeating to the ceilingto the windowswhere the dayBlows inthe scalloped curtains…