O tree my mother
Your trunk is old.    Green and deep lives your leafy branch
          And each green leaf winks its eye

Long ago I found a seed,
And kept it in a glass of water,
And half forgot my dim intent

The gilt girl said, And when we got to bed,he starts in pawing.    And he never stops.And nothing happens.    Are you drunk?    or gay?

Difficult not to see significance
In any landscape we are charged to watch,
Impossible not to set all seasons there

Classified as a modern calamity,
the salamander hibernates all winter
in the hollow of a tree

Look, in the attic, the unentered room,
A naked boy leans on the outspread knees
Of his tall brother lolling in costume,

Martin sat young upon his bed
A budding cenobite,
Said ‘Though I hold the principles

All in the day that I was born,
I walked across the shouting corn,
I saw the sunlight flash and hail

Chagall’s sweet lovers mounting into blue
Remind me that discovery by two
Of any world the mind can wander through

Lured by the wall, and drawn
To stare below the roof,
Where pigeons nest aloof