Parading

Thou art come at length

‘To labour and not to seek reward,’ he prays,

O, the weakness of any mouth

Sometimes I play a game in which my primitive craft fires

Some poems

But he is free to turn : this is the speaking tree,

which is the rhythmic erection of essence.

When I tell you the day is a poem

Get back to me by facsimile or dream of climbing a night ladder

Make my dreams poems