The fire of words clashes at last without
A well-known plan, and bursting, dies,
With strength of love or breakers lacking.
Like the man who swims in the ocean and,
Except for whale-song unintelligible,
Hears only dull full silence
And bubbles, and movement,
But not friend's calls, wind's swells in trees:
Like him I stand in coffee-shops abandoned
Slanting Romances pass tangentially
And lovers, haters, yellers, crooners,
Like water, float past my brain-veiled ears.
Land and language lock, engender flocks
Of feasts of reveries for the first time,
Instead of in created memory,
enflamed in life.
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