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Some-a little-green for us; never quite get every one ofthe hummocks tremoring vaguely Tall in the passed-through air. They'd make the old road be The road for old men, where you and I used to wander toward The beetle-eaten city gate, as the year leaned into us. Oh fire, come on! I trust you! My ancient human friend, you are dead, as we both know. But I remember, and I call for something serious, uncalled-for By anyone else, to sweep, to use the dryness we've caused to become us! Like the grasshopper I speak, nearly covered with dust, from the footprint and ask Not for the line-squall lightning: the cloud's faking veins-Yes! I catch myself: No; not the ripped cloud's open touch the fireball hay OfAugust but for flame too old to live Or die, to travel like a wide wild contrary Single-minded brow over the year's right growing In April over us for us as we sway stubbornly near death From both sides age-gazing Both sighing like grass and fire. Basics 1. LE VEL Who has told you what discoveries There are, along the stressed blank Ofa median line? From it, nothing Can finally fall. Like a spellbinder's pass A tense placid principle continues Over it, and when you follow you have the drift, The balance ofmany compass needles Verging to the pole. Bring down your arms) voyager, Basics / 473 And the soul goes out SurroundWng,hunrurrllng standing by means Ofthe match-up in long arm-bones Dropped: held out and drawn back back in Out ofthe open compass-quivering and verging At your sides, as median movement Lays itselfbare: a closed vein ofbisected marble, where Along the hairline stem Ofthe continuum, you progress, trembling With the plumb-bob quiver ofmid-earth, with others in joy Moving also, in line, Equalling, armlessing. II. SIMPLEX Comes a single thread monofilament coming Strengthening engrossing and slitting Into the fine-spun life To come, foretold in whatever Ecstasy there's been, but never suspected, never included In what was believed. The balance ofthe spiral Had been waiting, and could take What was given it: the single upthrust through The hanging acid, the helix spun and spellbound By the God-set ofchemistry, the twine much deeper Than any two bodies imagined They could die for: insinuate, woven Single strand, third serpent Ofthe medical wood, circling the staffoflife Into the very body Ofthe future, deadly Double-tongue: Collaborations and Rewrites / 474 But family, having known from the beginning Ofthe sun, what will take it on. III. WORD Heat makes this, heat makes any Word: human lungs, Human lips. Not like eternity, which, naked, every time Will call on lightning To say it all: No after Or before. We try for that And fail. Our voice Fails, but for an instant Is like the other; breath alone That came as though humanly panting From far back, in unspeakably beautiful Empty space And struck: at just this moment Found the word "golden." Basics / 475 This page intentionally left blank ...

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