On Limpid Form

In a host of unbarred waterways

A man baring scrolls

These are faces I've seen

Written in to sympathy

Kingly ships in ecstasy

That fill'd their sails with delight

I printed out the fountainhead

Received to me in languid keys

A knowledge subtle drawn

With sunlight faring well the matchless seas!

And up through the ductwork feels a bloody door

Mine if I remain, but horror

Remain, yes, where body binds the body

And awake is a lonely room away

Maybe a soundless rapture that dissolves the form

And pulsars deep in mourning (the portrait of the music to the poet) I