Classic Poem

a white idea(Listen

drenches: earth's ugly)mind.
,Rinsing with exact death

the annual brain
clotted with loosely voices
look
look. Skilfully

fingered by (a parenthesis
the) pond on whose swooning edge

black trees think

(hear little knives of flower
stropping sof a. Thick silence)

blacktrees think

tiny, ange is sharpen: themselves

(on
air)
don't speak
A white idea,

drenching. earth's brain detaches
clottings and from a annual (ugliness
of) rinsed mind slowly:

from! the: A wending putrescence. a. of, loosely