look you, whose eyes are wise with too much seen through doors and windows, in whom the sunlight is confined by steel canyons and arctic nights, here is heart space, here clouds rise between warm currents to open roofs, see how the height of climb and width of free brightens to tropic taste this, you tongue lovers, you gourmets, you who know the ends for which the palette buds bloom to burst on a thousand sauces, wines, rare meats and molded cheeses, what brew is this, what essence extracted from muds and rooted origins of leaf that taste defines breathe, ah breathe again, purge out the unclear lungs, the downbent head, smell has other use than multiplies in shop and factory to substitute the sense, no need to fear the pure air here, to hide subtle and obtuse behind the mob's excuse, here the wind blows free reach out, know touch as up and down, the span of head to heel, thigh to shoulder, each side with rough of bark to blossom, stone to dust, how else but by the feel, the real, can man press nature to his will and impel his pride in shaping to his needs an earth which he can trust go up, your feet will take you high above streets and buildings to a new position forget the old appointments, you have a more important one with God to measure love not by the scrupled ways of acquisition but freely as the stars that follow and explore while I live my love is a hart seeking the waterfall where he may press two lips against its crystal depths--see how he leaps to kiss the imaged mist that bubbles up beneath him--he staggers, kissed my love is an alpine trail that mountains climb above clouds and timber to heights out of time and measure--no distance there or memory for weak foot and tired brain--but death only my love is a trumpet sustaining its call to the last clear breath--listen, the interval, out of canyon silences, on the dry wind, the throat of night catches, its echoes are thinned my love is a dream where childhood fell asleep beckoned by shadows that lengthen as they creep; now she sighs, weeps, losing her way--morning wakes the sleeper and she smiles, her eyes are lakes odyssey ah never say the dreams were false that boy and girl were madly bold not time but timeless changes all man and woman we should know what we dreamed was what we were and could not timeless be two strange wild things in universe too tame for altering then let them keep without reserve the wings they had prepared and while we walk a humbled earth see them with spirit dare life I love life I love who know the heart's unease the mind's disease, the search unending to a blind conclusion I have gone so many ways towards praise, away from blame to find seclusion known coldest doubt and passionate release the after peace of countless wars grown tired by their own diffusion