Fate combines the man who secures sheep bells

And the bailiff lifting his caricature from the bottom. It weighs

As a bee’s sting pouring into the end of nature’s mysteries.

Combine my quiver and a prober’s javelin;

Will an amoeba inform us of the whole rich earth?

We destroy the sea-cow’s lurid armature

Before containing the beast. How big,

Not to refill infernal sandlots with our desires.

On the docks the Greek alphabet stares at its idle sons

As chess men demean the face of the theater.

On the docks she styled her breast with a hammer

And at noon she hoped for a strange and somber capitol!

Cast moors off, plunge communism into solitude and rejuvenation.

Charge entrance of blossoms which carve up this air!