text: The willows carried a slow sound,
  A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.
  I could never remember
  That seething, steady leveling of the marshes
  Till age had brought me to the sea.
  
  Flags, weeds. And remembrance of steep alcoves
  Where cypresses shared the noons
  Tyranny; they drew me into hades almost.
  And mammoth turtles climbing sulphur dreams
  Yielded, while sun-silt rippled them
  Asunder ...
  
  How much I would have bartered! the black gorge
  And all the singular nestings in the hills
  Where beavers learn stitch and tooth.
  The pond I entered once and quickly fled
  I remember now its singing willow rim.
  
  And finally, in that memory all things nurse;
  After the city that I finally passed
  With scalding unguents spread and smoking darts
  The monsoon cut across the delta
  At gulf gates ... There, beyond the dykes
  
  I heard wind flaking sapphire, like this summer,
  And willows could not hold more steady sound.