From the window

From the window This wordy struggle went on for too long It is airy words which chased beauty-thoughts In his folded figure on the window. A little heaving bird on the electric wires Played high drama in shrill baritone Poetry came and went with wind and... More

From the window This wordy struggle went on for too long It is airy words which chased beauty-thoughts In his folded figure on the window. A little heaving bird on the electric wires Played high drama in shrill baritone Poetry came and went with wind and rain Premature and dusty on fragrant creepers Their flowers became stars on moonless nights.  Less