Neither by my wish or in the awful ignorance

Nor to see directly your death myself

Remaining late hails of daggers

For even now mine is in seeing your danger

Before it's stretched out the lengths of Caesar's

Will I marry the world you've entranced

Though you and I are our delicate friends

Feeling by a weedy river, and to dither

Out among the cattails wandering as far 

As buoyant pitching poles allow their colored beads

They are to me a far greater expanse

Passed you from your gone goose heaven

You imagined in the days of angels

Making your name the great erased;

And I think I might have enjoined that far

At least as far as brown feather bobs

From shook shoot if I were with you

Allowed intolerable freedoms

Unlike the earth whose liberties split

The earth in tightening debt of seasons

The way one makes the spirit elegant

Halts belief in a stream arresting the way bends do

Or their pebbles sit dark along slithered bends

Each despite the other and none removed

The dependence of world on man hanging over

Him, that world which has each time hung

Him that world not ignorant of its things

Being towards enjoining a world and none

And when you old serpent will have ridden

Affirming your lonely lioness public cries

An angel run down, run down from cities

Laying hold and bound you, skilled god of legions

I sit around your strong river's edges every piece

Of me where one beam begins and others cease

Where an incline becomes a sharpest part's ledge

And novel equations in me are hidden

To know the whole world, and to say that knowledge

Is one try and remains specially aiming to know

But to be, that swung globe about its eyes

To be, balled wildernesses of eyes

To be this brandishing cosmos of down cigars

Is another precipitous thing entirely.

So it seems I beg to be sent the broad flat land long

As it is wide and stupid, and cruel to us

The keel without gliding perfect elementals

The same keel simply less miraculous

To evade not one part from the precipice

But the world is slavery, it made it

The way one makes forgetful a spirit