Cuckoo-winds blow
Out from high, laburnum-intoxicated valleys
Where they grow restless.
White ‘n’ shadow sundae clouds
Are hedges blown across
The clear blue garden fields of Heav’n …
And I look out – me
With my shallow,
One-swallow breath –
At the way long-time treats
Castles and fantasies of power:
I’m thinking of dreaming again:
Or dreaming again of thinking.
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White … sundae clouds
Are hedges blown across
The clear blue garden fields…
Yes! This afternoon, lying on my back beneath the English spring.
Thank you.