One lonely cock can not spin out the daylight: He needs the others: One
To toss out a cock-a-doodle-doo and one to catch it: And then another cock
To launch another cock-a-doo and yet another cock to toss it on: Then even
More cocks so that when all the cocks combine to squawk and toss their
Cries they cross and cross the fibers of the Sun: And so the day is woven
And when this web pulls tight into a cloth
The day will pitch a tent where all can enter:
Erect a shelter for them all: A tent without a spine:
And so the day is spun from such a wool
As floats in air: And here it is: A ball of light
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Fragments from the verse life of a young man in Brooklyn.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment