a thing most new complete fragile intense,
which wholly trembling memory undertakes
- your kiss, the little pushings of flesh,makes
my body sorry when the minute moon
is a remarkable splinter in the quick
of twilight
       ...or if sunsets utters one
unhurried muscled huge chromatic
fist skilfully modeling silence
-- to feel how through the stopped entire day
horribly and seriously thrills
the moment of enthusiastic space
is a little wonderful, and say
Perhaps her body touched me; and to face
suddenly the lighted living hills