#555 - every word

 

10.vii.21

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every word

For words alone are certain good

Sing then for this is also sooth.

                              – Yeats

 

every word’s to argue

inhabit

be gone

 

all put on our glasses

name kin in creature

out the window then

 

we are responsible for

fence and silo

cloud defied

 

will you go along with?

             live it?

 

plead pleasantry     

 

tribe of some scores

these my mere friends

foreign everywhere we are

 

some saw the scripted sneeze, called glory

a dreaming in

and all of them pretending light

 

worked up a sweat of words

 

I came upon a season

followed some pebbles for crumbs lit home

 

imagine the world without      

 

time is outside of them

of us too

 

there is a place dim glimpsed

stretch out

and take my sky in                   

 

the song theirs for daylight

dance in each for inkling fire

 

others before us in these words

and all of elsewhere here

 

but steer by them               

and shed

 

those lost along the way

we call another language

 

they are always escaping from books

many and many have wished to be sung

 

no principle is first

 

but places in my heart returning

 

how fast – may I ask – can you?

to read is to write them too

 

and these are what we have

 

here all resounding in

word I will not tell