Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
At dusk the west broke, a seam of blood, a vow the lost and never- found, those stuffed in the roots of the gallows-
If the act of beginning bent the knee, salt would not care to know where its taste began; the way pine digs in the
Forgive me, she happened to look & think & sound— rather like you, especially the youthful Amy with beret & pearls in London. Her