Collecte Works (36 page)

What cause have you

to run my wreathed

rose words

off

you weed

you pea-blossom weed

in a folk

field

Stone

and that hard

contact—

the human

On the mossed

massed quartz

on which spruce

grew dense

I met him

We were thick

We said good-bye

on The Passing Years

River

The eye

of the leaf

into leaf

and all parts

     spine

into spine

neverending

     head

to see

For best work

you ought to put forth

               some effort

               to stand

in north woods

among birch

Smile

       to see the lake

            lay

       the still sky

And

      out for an easy

          make

      the dragonfly

Fall

We must pull

the curtains—

we haven't any

leaves

Years

     hearing and sight

          passing

walk

    to the Point—

          (between the waters)

—how live

    (with daughters?)

          at the end

Unsurpassed in beauty

this autumn day

The secretary of defence

knew precisely what

the undersecretary of state

was talking about

Human bean

and love-over-the-fence

just up

from swamp trouble

High class human

got no illumine

how a ten cent plant

winds aslant

around a post

Man, history's host

to trembles

in the tendrils

I'm a fool

can't take it cool

Ah your face

but it's whether

you can keep me warm

Sewing a dress

The need

these closed-in days

to move before you

smooth-draped

and color-elated

in a favorable wind