Of Being Numerous, 40

- 1908-1984
                                                                  Whitman: 'April 19, 1864

The capitol grows upon one in time, especially as they have got
the great figure on top of it now, and you can see it very well. It
is a great bronze figure, the Genius of Liberty I suppose. It looks
wonderful toward sundown. I love to go and look at it. The sun
when it is nearly down shines on the headpiece and it dazzles
and glistens like a big star: it looks quite


Who Shall Doubt


        in itself

of itself carrying

    'the principle
        of the actual' being


itself ((but maybe this is a love 

Mary) ) nevertheless


the power
of the self nor the racing 
car nor the lilly

        is sweet but this


Veritas sequitur ... 

In the small beauty of the forest 
The wild deer bedding down—

That they are there! 
                              Their eyes 
Effortless, the soft lips 
Nuzzle and the alien small teeth 
Tear at the grass 

                              The roots of it 
Dangle from their mouths 
Scattering earth in the strange woods. 
They who are there. 

                              Their paths 
Nibbled thru the fields, the leaves that shade them 
Hang in the distances 
Of sun 

                              The small nouns 
Crying faith 
In this in which the wild deer 
Startle, and stare out.