Earth blooms. Born in pain, an Onion-man
lifts up her head. Uncovers joy, in flower-
bed. O Man, Woe-man... divine the power
of their Sower (yours). Witness the plan (as
in my improvised summa-summation). For
it is born & borne this way – (the universe) –
in wonder, transfigventurous. From unheard-
of hearse (broken-in horsewagon, its mortal
remains) – amid most utter & remote darkness –
a Cognizance rehearses one inefferblescent play :
dazzling comedy of recognitions, in some byway
snoodle-narrow (entrance where you’ll bless,
be blessed – by turning, opening). Shadow
me then, shade o’ shades (crown of Venetian
blind alloy). Let thy wings decussate, Jonah,
o’er this flood (when I must dive, rise, go)...
I stood by the cliff again. At Prospect Terrace.
Looking west. & then thought-felt the presence
of Natasha by my side (greengold light – intense
staccat – through leaves overhead). Her voice...
Step lightly now, laddie – wi’ me. So I did.
In tandem with stone Roger, off the prow
of his canoe (winged Natasha helping now).
Into thin air. Floated... & flew. Behold,
my son (RW said) who walks with us... the bright
procession of the Magdalen. I saw maid Mary,
by an Easter grave; behind her, cousin Juliet;
Hart Crane; John Berryman; & Lowry... T-
squared, aligned, orthogonal. Under the Gate.
Barefoot, fluted (a mourning dove)... limping,
limpid. There : Natasha. Osip. & (weeping)
Nadezhda. Trinidad (steel-drummed). Agate.