Statement

I must be clear of all this:

The clock's beat, the snake's hiss,

Midnight, hate, the crooked gate

Into a feared abyss.

Even of these I must be free:

Gold leaf on gold tree,

Dawn, birds, love, words

And the final door of ebony.

THE FOUNTAIN

Brood, brood on this:

The fountain leaps,

The moon is there,

A rain of mist

Grays the air.

And in the pool

The slow drops fall-

No one seeing

This at all,

No one moving,

Black on white,

Fountain leaping

At the night.

Brood, brood on this

Against the day