enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh
is singing)silence:but unsinging.In
spectral such hugest how hush,onedead leaf stirring makes a crash-far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-autumn has gone:will winter never come?o come,terrible anonymity;enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what angry skies andgently(very whiteness:absolute peace,
never imaginable mystery)descend