a leaf
who
shall
speak
Fall

    is
d
r
i ft
e          du

p


         on



the breeze;




                   l
                  

                        i

       l



                            t



        ing,



it pauses for a briefly infinite minuteness
only to lurch
suddenly
into
no
t
h
ing.

in whose body fits most easily Spring: youth adorns


(petals full; stem with thorns)

of what is there,
the making of dreams?

                     some ***** perhapsness
                                           ?or

                                              the maybe of seem?

of all the world there writes beyond poems love.

in whose lips the dust o' fairies wafts half-sharp.


half sharp it wafts hard as girl hips.


fitting between easily hands(andthekissingofperhapsboys)

to each go singing
'pon the blithe dawn.





)for not is a word spoken more easily than Spring.

When beyond all poems writes
by the cherry heat of petaled fawns,

love.

who are you
to peer beyond each thing newly
truly to
beyond peer things newing? (i mere things knewly

when yoully
were but twoly

truly.)

Beyond peer things

, wholy?

.




























                                                                            ****'s ******.












































                                                                                                                                                                              .

some thing pretty
Ugly("man,

                            )tiny



and scurrying enormously
in some big glass(you got)

whizzing to and fro
one less than before

-- minutes each

                        (a light?")