I.
the eyes in the wings
another form to master
dark; where I have walked
II.
that sickly raven
and they must redraw the maps
waiting dark of eye
III.
In the fall of Troy
There is the founding of Rome
And a blindman's sight
IV.
Welcome to Boston
The ships treading the harbor
Church towers of ghosts
V.
Easy to paint gods
There is that in perfection
Man is much harder
VI.
February is
Pretty blue and mirror glass
Afterwards that hurt
VII.
Roman numerals
All the ways to look at him
More like Apollo
VIII.
The dogs know of night
A deeper sort of seeing
artists. the lonely
IX.
An old German song
Where mothers find daughters' names
A young man, waiting
X.
World cut into thirds
A horizon of pale dark
It is night elsewhere
the eyes in the wings
another form to master
dark; where I have walked
II.
that sickly raven
and they must redraw the maps
waiting dark of eye
III.
In the fall of Troy
There is the founding of Rome
And a blindman's sight
IV.
Welcome to Boston
The ships treading the harbor
Church towers of ghosts
V.
Easy to paint gods
There is that in perfection
Man is much harder
VI.
February is
Pretty blue and mirror glass
Afterwards that hurt
VII.
Roman numerals
All the ways to look at him
More like Apollo
VIII.
The dogs know of night
A deeper sort of seeing
artists. the lonely
IX.
An old German song
Where mothers find daughters' names
A young man, waiting
X.
World cut into thirds
A horizon of pale dark
It is night elsewhere