Ever and again the world recedes in sound
A distant stir of voices knockings cries
Steam
whistling from an engine long ago.So does my life seem now to me
Some murmurings, some broken songs
Coming through a window which will close.Yet green places too so many wet
And gleaming deeps have been my lot
That
between each one the joy calls out.A curious claim in dreadful things
Murder most close, outbreaks of love and fire
Great accidents and gaping quakes.All that’s scaled to raging mind
In cracking of an aphid’s wing
Or
fission of a city’s heart.
Such hurts as lodge in chambers
Of the skull attending Heaven’s
salve
