MONTRACHET-LE-JARDIN
And free requiting of responsive fact,
To project the naked man in a state of fact,
As acutest virtue and ascetic trove.
Item: The cocks crow and the birds cry and
The sun expands, like a repetition on
One string, an absolute, not varying
Toward an inaccessible, pure sound.
Item: The wind is never rounding o
And, imageless, it is itself the most,
Mouthing its constant smatter throughout space.
Item: The green fish pensive in green reeds
Is an absolute. Item: The cataracts
As facts fall like rejuvenating rain,
Fall down through nakedness to nakedness,
To the auroral creature musing in the mind.
Item: Breathe, breathe upon the centre of
The breath life's latest, thousand senses.
But let this one sense be the single main.
And yet what good were yesterday's devotions?
I affirm and then at midnight the great cat
Leaps quickly from the fireside and is gone.
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