Afternoon in early spring

 

 

Cool ability of day,
deep-thinking, not immured
as unknown big events shall be
by backward-sighted history—
a light of sightful afternoon
falls inward from the skyline
bright beneath the level cloud
and silent as a level thought.

Lastingness assured by change;
a certainty. Here, in this light
you see things as they rest,
deeper than the planes of form
they lie beneath:
the watch not stopped
whose meaning pertains less

until immeasurable time
takes on senses: nothing
that’s worthwhile yields
to measurement a truth.
An act the undivided sum
of antecedent acts; a world

within an instant’s tract
and march; it’s that exact.

 

 

 

 

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