The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man

One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths,

One's tootings at the weddings of the

Occur as they occur.

So bluish

Occurred above the empty house and the

Of the rhododendrons rattled their gold,

As if someone lived there.

Such floods of

Came bursting from the clouds.

So the

Threw its contorted strength around the sky.

Could you have said the bluejay

Would swoop to earth?

It is a wheel, the

Around the sun.

The wheel survives the myths.

The fire eye in the clouds survives the gods.

To think of a dove with an eye of

And pines that are cornets, so it occurs,

And a little island full of geese and stars:

It may be the ignorant man, alone,

Has any chance to mate his life with

That is the sensual, pearly spuse, the

That is fluent in even the wintriest bronze.