Spectral Horse No. 4: An Excerpt
There’s autumn leaf in summer, buds among the snow,
Green fields have birds deserted for the dusty row.
Alligator’s vigil foot and fish will not budge,
While self-pity papers print, taunted by a grudge.
Confusèd be the beast: bring stones unto the queen,
No more are facts reported, or congruence seen.
Half a day herd turtles spend helpless on their backs,
While unread the lesson slips from the hand that’s slack.
But with love, like dogging ducks, the mind imprints thee,
And I brood, am I still, the man I was to be?
O that gulf of youth behind lately it beguiles,
When your eyes their magic cast with a witch’s style;
Away from paths never true, the dead to us call,
Where we kiss in shadow of the old crooked wall.