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.
