Prologue to His Book

Ah,

Ah...

To say

In words the way

The wave, the cloud-

To read aloud

The last wings in the late air,

Interpret the faint character

Of the still flower ;

Tell

What mute leaves spell ;

Pronounce the dew,

The hushed scent, the silent hue;

To speak, to say

With speech, This way,

See, see, it was this way

The hills, the wind-

To say, Grief was as if-

To say, And love . . . love... To say,

Yes, yes, it was like this,

This way.