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Has floated over the water. As for where you are standing Now, there are none ofthose things; there are only In one shallow spray-pool this one Strong horses circling. Stretch and tell me, Lord; Let the place talk. This may just be it. NightBird Some beating in there That has bunched, and backed Up in it out ofmoonlight, and now Is somewhere around. You are sure that like a curving grave It must be able to fall and rise and fall and that's Right, and rise on your left hand or other Or behind your back on one hand You don't have and suddenly there is no limit To what a man can get out of His failure to see: this gleam Ofair down the nape ofthe neck, and in it everything There is offlight and nothing else, and it is All right and all over you From around as you are carried In yourselfand there is no way To nothing-but-walkThe EagleJs Mile / 434 No way and a bidden flurry And a half-you ofair. Daybreak You sit here on solid sand banks trying to figure What the different is when you see The sun and at the same time see the ocean Has no choice:, none, but to advance more or less As it does: waves Which were, a moment ago, actual Bodiless sounds that could have been airborne, Now bring you nothing but face-off Mter face-off, with only gravitational sprawls Laid in amongst them. To those crests Dying hard, you have nothing to say: you cannot help it Ifyou emerge; it is not your fault. You show: you stare Into the cancelling gullies, saved only by dreaming a future Ofwalking forward, in which you can always go flat Flat down where the shallows have fallen Clear: where water is shucked ofall wave-law: Lies running: runs In skylight, gradually cleaning, and you gaze straight into The whole trembling forehead ofyourself Under you, and at your feet find your body No different from cloud, among the other See-through images, as you are flawingly Thought of, but purely, somewhere, Somewhere in all thought. Daybreak / 435 ...

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