NIGHT-PIECE
Reading edition
AND everywhere, all over, men have sighed Good-night, remembering of women the bright Of eyes; put out their bodies like a light, And set their brains adrift upon their blood. Let us be shy again like feathered things, Stroll in the gardens of the spectrum (all Last summer). Waiting for the first snowfall, Hear colors dropping, and the dark flurry of wings. Prevent that deepmost dream. Think late, think soon, Of crickets, Marvell, roses, and the bare Shoulders of teasing Venus, and O the hair Tumbling all over, everywhere, the moon. Up ever so many stairs it is a new Sweet (look! it’s) morning in each other’s arms. Tell me, yes I truly, by what charms Have I been, darling, yes I really do. I think that it is so: but did I scream Out of my middle sleep, believe I saw The great fish tunneling the purple sea, Earth-darkening bird suspended over dream.