do not die
for others but dance
without any shame
only the grace
to surrender
like ink in water
doctors’ words bled meaning
out of a quiet tongue
it bled red and we were glad
to be rid of it
the plain word a mouth says
is the most extraordinary thing
wren like a public hope
little but neat
as well-dressed as the barber
in a street of ash
past all fear
we come to a labyrinth
nothing in it
but accidents like dust
falling down over all
the land in pieces
without any other design
but love
the multitude rising
have been a salve
for the heart simple
as rain in the woods
more in it than any
weary answer
where are we come to
what high rough peak
having in my book a secret door to the night
I will fall up
Lord Sand left the sea
for the fields
I fear he is not well
that it was done for a joke
the weather is now very warm
an axe white with light
but Lord Sand they say
will lead in the darkest manner
mouth in mourning like a prince
believed to lay up hidden money
lord of anger
without any consciousness of his faults
he has no face but a grave
which I will not call my brother
I resolve to stand on my own legs
or fall
no laws will save us
the old simple manner that used to do
being gone
danger is an instrument
made of questions
I must be at home with hope
who knows how to begin
through the garden
ringing and pretty
New Year’s is of use to whom
a new invention
a noon at night
to inconvenience an enemy
I will not remove my own head
people pray
for a head with good countenance
a light head
ordinary as a horse
but a foot
committed to ignorance
does as much good as
a burning head
but I make new words
of ash and trouble
a letter from the past
respects no expectation of
a better account
so I clear my mind of such
correspondence
I will have to carve other dice
this morning light
will right all
will make half a head
into a little room
and a whole
member into rope
will free a peach to debauch
a glass of wine
and give me a now
to be a patient of
this light like blood
in a simple lily