I sat down once, Got up two thousand times Sent little parts of me like peelings into perfect skies.
I want to turn this sorry heart Into thumb tacks. Push pins with which I’ll affix Each sky in a book: vast, picturesque And bring it to you, an emotional chart.
And we’ll review it with failing eyes With ancient fingers and mouths in Oh’s This catalog of a lifetime’s art Remembering again what each perfect sky knows.