The afternoon sways like an elephant...
This elephant afternoon
Winks at the glory of which it is part,
And bears itself with patience. Soon
It will be trumpeting.
The collected poems (1969 edition)
The afternoon sways like an elephant...
This elephant afternoon
Winks at the glory of which it is part,
And bears itself with patience. Soon
It will be trumpeting.
The collected poems (1969 edition)