Work In Progress

I (R2)

Becalm the days and quiet nights
That, supple like the palm is supple,
Branch and thicken in the chill
Like bamboo branches out
And thickens in the twilight air:

Let me turn again to coasts
And blue meridians,
Lands of tigers sapling on the cast
Of preying shadows,
Blazing fur and eyes of leaf
Piling on august leaf,
'Til islands like quiet obsidian lie
Along their leaf-meal decadence
The ocean's calming rim,
Surrendering to barren rocks her breasts
For the suckling stillness of sands.

II (R1)

Memory built the Palaz of Hun
From candid glass and brilliant marble
With pieces of the noon, the twilit soon
Thrown in for grace. The structure toppled
On its own foundations, leaning first toward obelisks
Of dawn, then dusk, and shivering like a mirage.
The marriage of fond thoughts built columns in the sky;
Trappings of the bird made cages
Only western ceilings. It was all
Like a symphony; it clashed and made itself
The kind of edifice it was.
Inside I saw bright tears,
And speculating stars.

Miscellania

II (O)

Memory built the Palaz of Hun
From shining brass and brilliant marble
With pieces of the noon, the twilight symphony
Thrown in for grace. The structure toppled
On its own foundations, leaning first the one way
Then the other, like a mirage. The marriage
Of fond thoughts made columns in the sky,
Trappings of the bird made cages,
Only western ceilings. It was all
Like a symphony, it clashed and made itself
The kind of edifice it was.
Inside I saw bright palaces,
I saw stars, weeping.