Smell the lilies and the columbine,
intoxicating rose, seductive lily-
of-the-valley, come smell! Can’t they die?

The things between me 
and time: 
My daily forgetfulnesses. 

It was important on this April night
to open the windows, all of them, east
and on the west, pushing the panes

It’s not only all those cosmic
pinwheels with their charging solar
luminosities, the way they spin around

It was important on this April night
to open the windows, all of them, east
and on the west, pushing the panes

I descend on Holborn's escalator
watching my wives pass by on the opposite side,
smiling, waving at me; they shout in Swedish,

At the next table
a woman in patent shoes,
blue summer shift

This pair of pants has four pockets.
It can be seen how lovely they all are
carrying their duty-free cargo and passing

Under the weather would put one
just about left of the cirrus and right of
the objective correlative,

Dürer’s fame meant he could sometimes pay with
his own woodcut prints and chalk drawings. 
This time, however, borax was partial payment for