Spelt from Sibyl’s Leaves

Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, | vaulty, voluminous, . .stupendous

Evening strains to be tíme’s vást, | womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.

Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, | her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height

Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, | stárs principal, overbend us,

Fíre-féaturing heaven.   For earth | her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-

tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; | self ín self steepèd and pashed—qúite

Disremembering, dísmembering | àll now.   Heart, you round me right

With: Óur évening is over us; óur night | whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.

Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish | damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,

Ever so black on it.   Óur tale, óur oracle! | Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind

Off hér once skéined stained véined varíety | upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck

Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds—black, white; | right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind

But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these | twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack

Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, | thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.

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