Enduring

1. Impromptu My mind is a puddle in the street reflecting green Sirius; In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like beckoning hands. We eat the grain, the grain is death, all goes back to the earth’s dark mass, All but a song which moves across the plain like the wind’s deepmuttering breath. Bowed down upon the earth, man sets his plants and watches for the seed, Though he be part of the tragic pageant of the sky, no heaven will aid his mortal need. I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again, And a winecup reflecting Sirius in the water held in my hands. 2. Blue Water Seaviolins are playing on the sands; Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles, See them attack the chords—dark basses, glinting trebles. Dimly and faint they croon, blue violins. “Suffer without regret,” they seem to cry, “Though dark your suffering is, it may be music.” Waves of blue heat that wash midsummer sky; Seaviolins that play along the sands. 3. Prayers for Wind Let the winds come, And bury our feet in the sands of seven deserts; Let strong breezes rise,