Suite of Five Poems 3.

I will walk across the floor through tables, through

voices

Like a man who is very drunk I will think only of the

moment

Abolishing time’s furniture I will make myself my own A high roof with rafters whereon I will hang like a bat. Flitting through twilight by trees that are going to sleep I will disappear into the flame of sunset by the rim of

the sea:

Plunging myself into depths that are always dark

I will see all things and return to tell you all.

Using the speech of men I will whisper to you Of dreams that change to ghosts and haunt a life;

And prayers in the heart that mutilate

I will repeat, until your eyes are streaming.