On page one the children stretch their limbs
and then on page four they run into the forest
where giants part the leaves and peer at them.
On page thirteen the darkness grows like a tree,
and this is the part that no one understands.
It might be better to begin at the beginning
and read the story for examples of bad grammar,
sloppy characterisation, literals and so forth ...
"At night I like to look up at the stars
and when I wake up I am glad to be alone,
just as things are brightest when they are stopped
in mid-career."
'THE GREAT SUN...'
The great Sun wastes its energy upon small objects
and catches me in the art of being myself,
I can relax a bit while the light rushes by
past the houses and the people in the houses.
A general English melancholy settles down
as the birds dip their beaks into the earth-
the flies have had a long life this year as well
but a hand may pass across the Sun
and I will not understand these things.
The light falls across various emotions
until they become the simple idea of myself
at the foot of a crag, for instance, enduring
the fear of death
as my breath streaks across the firmament.
Actually, the light has vanished through a gap
in these personifications,
the sky is changing into a map of the new order
and I am left behind in the march of events.
