Classic Poem

Dark haunches move
flying shoulders
Houses
The lake no formal mirror
showing great powder puffs
When
Ladies linger
twisting colored shawls
Then
The silverrimmed wheels
their lover's wagon
ah
How it comes
a great shadow
and black horses
The silver night rigid
and still
as a gondolier
In his shadow resting
the waters
quieter
Than any live man can be

Trees when there is no wind
Have not this quiet —
Roofs with cold chimneys
Death dreams
when the sun
passes
Without awakening