Death like this pale grey evening is found standing
Fantastic as the shapes of nature, petal
And leaf are pressed in the transparent air
To stillness, yellow and green, notwithstanding
The urgent life that twists them upward there,
That founders mid-air, tactile the immortal
Makes; it seems, life from death achieves its skill,
And tribute pays in rendering the nuance;
Even the wide-open window speaks such volumes
Of summer ease; the heat’s own metaphor
In stone and fence, the sky’s blue bloodless romance,
Brings thought to stasis, choruses the fervor
Of silent things, enjoins the reverie;
For something life sustains of death’s life imagery.
