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You mean?-
I can leap, true to the field,
I'm the lily's sovereign right?
Be a body lighted with love,
Sad, in a singing-time?
Or happy, correct as a hat?

Oh, what a webby wonder I am!
Swaying, would you believe,
Like a sapling tree
Enough to please a cloud!

The frog's had another fall
The old oak stalk still had a pulse;
I've crept from a cry.
The holy root wags the tail of a hill;
I sing the green, and things to come,
I'm king the green, and things to come,
I'm king of another condition,
So alive I could die!
The ground's beating like flamel
You fat unnecessary hags
You enemies of skin-
A dolphin's at my door!
I'm twinkling like a twig!
The lark's my heart!
I'm wild with news!
My fancy's white!
I am my faces,
Love.

  Who reads in bed
    -fornicates on the stove
  An old dog
    -Should sleep on his paws

See what the sweet harp says.
Should a song break a sleep?
The round home of a root,-
Is that the place to go?
On harsh stone.
An Eye says,
Come.

I keep dreaming of bees.
This flesh has airy bones.
Going is knowing.
I see; I seek;
I'm near.
Be true,
Skin.

VIA O, THOU OPENING,O by THEODORE ROETHKE