Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent
Now that you notice ithave just moved past
Never does any motion, sound, or light
IV. The Paths to Cathay
As it sits there like an eventual
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
End of the comedy.
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
The paths of childhood.
Preface to the 1970 Edition
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
Wheezing ravens, when
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
Now that you notice ithave just moved past
Never does any motion, sound, or light
IV. The Paths to Cathay
As it sits there like an eventual
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
End of the comedy.
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
The paths of childhood.
Preface to the 1970 Edition
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
Wheezing ravens, when
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously