LOVE LIES SLEEPING
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks
That cross the sky from cinder star to star,
Coupling the ends of streets
To trains of light,
Now draw us into daylight in our beds;
And clear away what presses on the brain:
Put out the neon shapes
That float and swell and glare
Down the gray avenue between the eyes
In pinks and yellows, letters and twitching signs.
Hang-over moons, wane, wane!
From the window I see
An immense city, carefully revealed,
Made delicate by over-workmanship,
Detail upon detail,
Cornice upon facade,
Reaching so languidly up into
A weak white sky, it seems to waver there.
(Where it has slowly grown
In skies of water-glass
From fused beads of iron and copper crystals,
The little chemical "garden" in a jar
Trembles and stands again,
Pale blue, blue-green, and brick.)
The sparrows hurriedly begin their play.
Then, in the West, "Boom!" and a cloud of smoke.
"Boom!" and the exploding ball
Of blossom blooms again,
