Classic Poem

if you and I awakening

discover that (somehow
in the dark) this world has been
Picked, like a piece
of clover, from the green meadow of

time

lessness; quietly
turning
toward me the
guessable mirrors which your eyes are

You will communicate a little

more than twice all that
so
gently
while we were asleep while
we were each other disappeared: but i

slightly

smiling,
gradually shall reenter the

singular kingdom

(sleep)
while some
thing else
kisses busily
a
memory, which how exquisitely
flutters in

the cornerless tomorrow