The meadowlark and the chim-
choo- ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree
For the sport over the pharaoh
Little while later the Pharisees dragged
comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me,
in our window?
There is a rusty
light on
the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe,
and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it
was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below
We've seen those mountains kneeling,
felten and grey
We thought our very hearts
would up and melt away
From that snow in the night time
Just going, and going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning, in the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I
have been
And, Emily, I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones
across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost,
and slipped under forever
In a mud- cloud, mica- spangled,
like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
Anyhow, I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars over
head that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe
were those Pleiades loosed, in December
I promised you I'd set them to verse
so I'd always remember
The lines are fadin' in
my kingdom
Though I have never known the
way to border 'em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows,
and the grouse, and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that
was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates
are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming
downright sickening
In due time we will see the
far buttes lit by a flare
I've seen your bravery,
and I will follow you there
And row through the night time
So healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of the midwife
Who could help me
Who could help me
Help me find my way back in
And there are worries where
I've been
And say, say, say in the lee of the bay,
don't be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats
shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back,
like a match held up to a news paper
Emily, they'll follow your
lead by the letter
And I make this claim,
and I'm not ashamed to say I knew you better
What they've seen is just a beam of
your sun that banishes winter
Let us go, though we know it's
a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and
spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips
with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you
sailed your great ship towards the morning
Come on home, the poppies are all grown
knee- deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen,
and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow,
with
Hydrocephalitic listlessness
ants mop up their brow