I guess this must be Orthodox Holy Saturday, right, Astanasios ? - Renhy

from toward the end of Stubborn Grew (finished on Good Friday):

In time it was. For his bird-day was springing
toward the last para-trump, and was it time? In
time it was. Trump April last - for the twin
springing was daddy-bird his, for birthdaying!

For twelve is a happy numby, and April
a pleasant isthmus, all gold together nicily
though in Minersoda ice frizzy somedaytimely!
Them twinners were pretty cities, Will -

still are they! Arise then, and gold -
we shall pellmell pilgrummage our wheaty
way homeward now, and celebeatify
the drum for he is raisin hupahole hold

fulla goldbroth and cisterns! He is raisin,
thought the vinelady - gripin abit at the pall - but
wheelbarrow it an iron it an roost it an itwill all
comb outa gain in the washingtons. Jeffersin?

Me? Not know - right left wrought lift rut loft
all the siamese twines will process us cheese us
milk us bore us bier us berry us cream us
dream us as Oswego along the rusty rus trailaloft

the bearing straitened circumnavastints
in the Pete's sacreblueship toward the originatal
redman - a dimeforhis name? - is omegal
too one zero and we shall meet him in the quint-

existenting tonight on the old campground
on our way now to Indian Point. Himalayatied out
yet? Not yet? Then pint your ompeter toward at
land - tissue almondjoy yet? Stormepetrelbound?

(O Petrasbornagains, O svleet Musk-
ovyntights - all Meldamshtombletamed!
Hichikehukfinnaginjompluliltrainsetgoald!
Who Akhmeldovatend, who Tsvetavelvattuned,
whocoowhorldinalbatrysted, frosencaroltruthedusk.)