A sunny day's complete
Divide it from itself.
It is this or
And it is not.
By metaphor you paintA thing.
Thus, the pineapple was a leather fruit,
A fruit for pewter, thorned and palmed and blue,
To be served by men of ice.
The senses
By metaphor.
The juice was
Than wettest cinnamon.
It was cribled
Dripping a morning sap.
The truth must
That you do not see, you experience, you feel,
That the buxom eye brings merely its
To the total thing, a shapeless giant forced Upward.
Green were the curls upon that head.
