Poems
SEQUENCE 1944-46
1
I look at the pines on the hillside,
Alive,
And they not
I
who work
More or less absorbed
Have died.
But lose patience,
I
lose patience.
Tied to song
Cannot speak.
We cross upon
2
One acre of music–
Asking
(So
close who are cross)
Of acres and music:
Patience and time.
I
am crazy about you
I
feel
sick.
3
Heart too human
To prefer the humane
That will not stop you
