poetry

                                    '' The force that through the green fuse ''

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
drives my green age, that blasts the roots of trees
 my destroyer
and I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

                     my youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
                     the force that drives the water through the rocks
                     drives my red blood, that dries the mouthng streams
                      turn mine of wax

and I am dumb to mouh into my veins
how at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
the hand that whirls the water in the pool
stirs the quicksand, that ropes the blowing wind

                      hauts my shroud sail
                      and I am dumb to tell the hanging man
                      how of my clay is made the hangman's line....