The Beautiful Changes1947One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sidesThe Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turnsDry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade ofyou
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.The beautiful changes as a forest is changedBy a chameleon's tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.Your hands hold roses always in a way thatsays
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things' selves for a second finding,to lose
For a moment all that it touches back towonder.