When all the world conspires to praise her
A woman of bronze unhappy
Sleep, sleep
The night coming upon
A blue bird ripped
to a ragged geometry,
Broken
by the wing, calculating winds set above
Moon stars
all bigger than biggest
could ever begin to be.

Quite by day
A moon in the afternoon
I was born lonely, but
leave me now and I will
Drop through something
close to water
something heavy, silent
a whisper in a room of talk

It is cold, the white moon
is up
among her scattered stars
how lush, one
dead leaf stirring makes a crash
but soon the sun with milder rays
descends the way pictures
change as pieces fall to the ground.

In April I shall see again
-- In April

09/06/2005

Author's Note: with paul l. On a certain Lady at Court, pope War, EEcummings a good night by wcw Wings of a Blue Bird, Mary Agnes Dalrymple a good night by wcw unknown title...cummings Solitude: an ode, pope --Cummings Danse Russe, wcw Mary A. Dalrymple the cold night, wcw cummings, untitled again.. summer, pope M. A. Dalrymple, the artist. The cold Night, wcw

Posted on 09/06/2005
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