My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Lorine Niedecker - 1903-1970
When Ecstasy is Inconvenient
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight's end or flight's beginning for the resting gull? Heart, be still. Say there is money but it rusted; say the time of moon is not right for escape. It's the color in the lower sky too broadly suffused, or the wind in my tie. Know amazedly how often one takes his madness into his own hands and keeps it.