FREE VERSE
Small woods upon an incline
Thewed of the levin, lean
Down there exactly trodden
Where leaves become a hillside torrent
To a broken man a small dog
In the crook of his arm. Imagine
He carries a windmill
In a walnut shell, imagine
Across the bivouacs of Labrador
One Samuel loves one hotter
A virgin to the last of men
All onto the shining grass, eagles,
Onto the fallen leaves a Prophet,
The glory and misfortune of angels here.
