Poems I, III, and VIII from "Wall and Cord"

                   I

Or how the storms rush up
beat against the ceiling,
draw down against the hall
Union-theme to those alone.

They are away from the process
Of so minor a creation
Raise the big to little, rather
Land high ambition who tower
          give branches of love and difference.

Moving with speed unknowingly north;
I am so full around others
          and empty by myself.

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                       III

Set the table squares and piles
It is time, though
Fire leads larger and rain
      above
make sound that fill the quiet.

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                      VIII

Large scope in varied elements
unknown and little knowing
In chorus to fall, and live spring-
enclosed on the center, sent

Triangle cover of the bottom-point
Ears above the head's curve

None shall trade the finished article;
A rake of thorns sits in the path.


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