Once in the sweet dark of an empty house,
All alone while the others slept upstairs,
I knelt before a memorial candle

When I returned to the hive I was one
Among many, in a blistering hum;
A braid of air had brought me far from home,

Once in the sweet dark of an empty house,
All alone while the others slept upstairs,
I knelt before a memorial candle

The wind runs free across our plains,
The live sea beats forever at our beaches.
Man makes earth fertile, earth gives him flowers and fruits.

In a corner of Eden 
the one-horned black 
rare rhinoceros slept in the shade, 

Three countries blacken and vanish, 
rivers run unlighted and silent, 
lamp by lamp of the city came, went, 

If ghosts existed there are some men
who could never effectually belong
to a thin as air congregation,

Ship-building emperors commanded
these night-obscuring giant beams,
with open-work like ribs defended

Age, he says, is just another color,
one, frankly, he would prefer not to use.

look around them, they spare themselves
the torments of community.