Let the love of this hour go on; let all the oaths and children and people of this love be clean as a washed stone under a waterfall in the sun.
Time is a young man with ballplayer legs, time runs a winning race against life and the clocks, time tickles with rust and spots.
Let love go on; the heartbeats are measured out with a measuring glass, so many apiece to gamble with, to use and spend and reckon; let love go on.
And in the night and the moon I have seen a thing this city gave me nothing of in the day and the sun.The float of the dome in the day and the sun is one thing.The float of the dome in the night and the moon is another thing.In the night and the moon…
Washing tides of powerBattering the pillarsUnder your things of high law.III am a sleeplessSlowfaring eater,Maker of rust and rotIn your bastioned fastenings,Caissons deep.IIII am the LawOlder than youAnd your builders proud.I am deafIn all daysWhether youSay ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.I am the crumbler:To-morrow.
You handle dust going to a long country,You know the secret behind your job is the same whetheryou lower the coffin with modern, automatic machinery,well-oiled and noiseless, or whether thebody is laid in by naked hands and then coveredby the shovels.Your day’s work is done with laughter many days of the year,And you earn a…
Though I can whisper to you I am looking for an undertaker humming a lullaby and throwing his feet in a swift and mystic buck-and-wing, now you see it and now you don’t.Fish to swim a pool in your garden flashing a speckled silver,A basket of wine-saps filling your room with flame-dark for your eyes…
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the petals.Waiting, they look over the fence for what way they go.
And a legend lives on that two gamblers were blown toward the sky and during their journey laid bets on which of the two would go higher and which would be first to set foot on the turf of the earth again.FOOT AND MOUTH PLAGUEWhen the mysterious foot and mouth epidemic ravaged the cattle of…
