To A Ten-Months Child

-- Coronado Beach, California, March, 1905 In a hotel room by the sea, the Master Sits brooding on the continent he has crossed. Not that he foresees immediate disaster

Me moriré en Paris con aguacero ... I will die in Miami in the sun, On a day when the sun is very bright, A day like the days I remember, a day like other days

This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, no one. You will have changed before the poem will. Even while you sit there, unmovable, You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. The…

Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand. Instructions included. — Sears, Roebuck CatalogueO my coy darling, still You wear for me the scent Of those long afternoons we spent

These seven houses have learned to face one another, But not at the expected angles. Those silly brown lumps, That are probably meant for hills and not other houses

Our lives avoided Simply by going on and on, Without end and with little apparent meaning. Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.

Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving down the Where you sit reading by the garden wall.

We shall not ever meet them bearded in Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight, forming a ring, perhaps, or joining