…I Till

Part VII: hermess

 

sound of a dancer, the elegant ease

of an elephant, please, a moment

or so fore the belles in these

also sing in their china blue wings,

& the rain in those clay pots

balance on pole-top a plate

o’er a chair, & the ottoman

stops at the top of the stairs

 

a man, who so merit a fool a share

of, among rags from aground,

o’erland, an ol’ pole-fisher about,

as the wing’d thing northerly

sound, ‘mid the wickery thicket,

a figury cloud, and the weir

by the bottom a shallow allow,

for his sandals & cinnabar jars

 

aye, as a silver spoon & fork

so well, aye now, a spoon,

the fork is on, aye so, a weir

as sings to till it’s up,

& mold it so as soon

as sow again, as comin’

from a risin’ of a wing-led ease;

that fork sometimes I find it

 

does an all matter an aul,

either here over her o’er there,

if I’m wanting as been fore a sea;

more an oarless there at rest,

& I’m restin’ at that,

for a little wild one, or

the childe, an atlas aknee,

an as well enough each

 

an in-wall sat a figure as

an outer door interfere,

as a passage in cold wear,

as wise for the elder of

aye by o’clock & its some,

if its any know time; I tell

by a hand of the ringin’ of

belles by the sure seas surround

 

handles by the rats & a rantin’

the rate by an hour as well

as a feast for a porter,

the pinch-backs & clowns,

drag  up a drown’d man,

pull down a frown on a flea,

as ever an after as afore is,

here’s another of others so nigh

 

aye enclose, as in a garden well,

a bringer of from far along,

a sky so clear your near ago,

nor aye the wind forsake a sail,

a ragged shawl, a briary,

a fair trade, the scree, the shore;

to hang the while a tenon to

a rabbet, hold now a maelstrom

 

sparrows and herons and terns,

all in the tall grasses urge

long-necks and short-bills beyond,

shoal’d auks and free-landers round;

some in the blue, some of the bran,

as the ganderings peck wide

and slow as the rasp and the nail,

the foreground a figure in reeds