In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Dim, and die tonight?
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
More beautiful than anything in this world.
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
And I would like
Seized from creation by nonentity,
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Dim, and die tonight?
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
More beautiful than anything in this world.
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
And I would like
Seized from creation by nonentity,
