Go lift that pane of moonlight from the floor
And tell Nicotiana to stop 
Screaming with her perfume. 

At the charmed pool swarming with the lower forms of life, 
The flying, the crawling, the swimming, and the stationary, 
Prince Charming looked around and wondered 

The mountains blue now 
at the back of my head, 
such geography of self and soul 

Here, where the people chiefly are resigned 
To doubting all the words their leaders use 
(Mass-graves that hold forgotten hopes), they find

the sand is always there again in
the morning sprawling in the
tall dawn light and gulls pull at

Came Neptunus
                               his mind leaping like dolfins,
These concepts the human mind has attained,

Fillmore alleyway window frame fat woman,
drunken, at kitchen greasy oil-clothed table
half gallon carton of milk and a fifth. Dark,

    Then make a Dragon of the Time and check
Saint George the Heart, and look you ride to ruin
By the ruffled Mere before the Beast can wreck

As one who has been homesick for his town 
And then returns, expecting some gay tune,
Your hear a beggar sing a mournful rhyme

Once, along the empty streets of your voice,
     I saw a ruby-throated hummer
Defy the air, and sunlight smoke with choice