| At so much snow, but it is to be littered with waste and ashes | |
| So that cathedrals may grow. Out of this spring builds a tolerable fair XXXXX | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| Affair of brushwood, the sea is felt behind the oak wands, noiselessly pouring. | |
| Spring with its promise of winter, and the black ivy once again | |
| On the porch, its yellow perspective bands in place | |
| And the horse nears them and weeps. | |
| So much has passed through my mind this morning | |
| That I can give you but a dim account of it: many things | |
| First the plasterers, the pen with maying sheavesXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX and the din of so much to be done, | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| And the holly gatherersXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX On account of so short a time, the noon dismaying whistle has already blown | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| Some minutes ago, and it is already after lunch. The men are returning to their positions around the cement mixer | |
| And I try to sort out what has happened to me. The bundle of Gerard's letters | |
| And that alXX awful bit of news buried on the back page of yesterday's paper. | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| Then the news of you, this morning, in the snow. Sometimes the interval | |
| of bad news is so brisk that... And the human brain, with its tray of images | |
| Seems a sorcerer's magic lantern, projecting black and orange cellophane shadows | |
| On the distance of my hand... The very reaction's pursey puny, | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| And when we seek to move around, wondering what arXX our position is now, what the arm of that chair. | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| A great wind lifted these cardboard panels | |
| Horizontal in the air. At once the perspective with the horse | |
| Disappeared in a bigarrure of squiggly lines. The image with the crocodile in it became no longer apparent. | |
| Thus a great wind cleanses, as a new ruler | |
| Edits new laws, sweeping the very breath of the streets | |
| Into posterior tashXXXX trash. The films have changed-- | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| The great titles on the scalloped awnings have turned dry and blight-colored. | |
| No wind that does not penetrate a man's house, into the very bowels of the furnace | |
| Scratching in dust a name on the mirror--say, and what about letters, | |
| The dried grasses, fruits of the winter--gosh! Everything is trash! | |
| Thus wind points to the advantages of decay | |
| At the same time as removing them far from the sight of men. | |
| The regent of the winds, Aeolous, is a symbol for all earthly potentates | |
| Since holding this sickening, festering, process by which we are cleansed | |
| Of afterthought. | |
| A gril sloXXXXXXXX girl slowly descended the sin XXXX line of steps. | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| Lengthening arches. The intensity of minor acts. As skaters elaborate their distances, | |
| Taking a separate line to its end. Returning to the mass, they join each other | |
| Blotted in an indescribable exceptional mess of dark colors, and again reappearing to take the theme | ![dele](../JA-Sk_styles/Deleatur.jpg) |
| Some little distance, like fishing boats developing from the land different parabolas, | |
| Taking the exquisite theme far, into farness, to Land's End, to the very ends of the earth!. | |