As from a water lily, @3periplum@1, @3not as land looks on a map@1 @3but as sea bord seen by men sailing@1 successive ferries, my toy boats, leaf, song, heart. Or again, I step into a street and, commensurate with its width its bazaar breaks into range, wares, voices, steam float distinctly in unequal units closer. A blur of relations and then synchromesh: rachet, whistle, bulk, cold, scallion bitter, fish heads, city dock. Out of the midst of the city the country, forested one by one into many, alert like the tops of trees with inexact news about an imminent arrival; I tilt until it becomes time and there she is, most beautiful come upon from behind, where she is waiting for a moment, discouraged her message never arrived. And as she turns, her sunglasses glint and she brushes back her braid where her hair was loose before, and since; there is no one of them that does not see her, unconsciously - and, white birds casting a dark shadow, fly out of themselves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MY LETTERS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |