Sonata With Some Pines

In the half-sun of the long days
let us bed our tired bones

and put out of mind the betrayers
the unpitying friends

he sun shakes in the pine-trees
leave the heedless unheeded

there are kingdoms under the earth
little laggard republics

forget all the lucky ones
and abandon their tooth-marks

let the finical sleep
on their sterile divans

while we pore on those curious stones
packed with lustres and riddles

and rise in the green light of dawn
with the desperate trains

let us finger the doomsday
that moved with us always

and forget how the injured ones
gnaw their injustice

above us the trees leave
a counter-crossed half-sky

of pine wires and shadows
in disheveling air

let us put out of mind with no pride
those who never could cherish us

who hunted the holocaust
like ourselves and obliviously fell

nothing has greatness but sea-spray
at eight in the morning

a dog sniffs the sea-line and comes closer
mistrusting the water 

the breakers drive landward
wearing white like a school-boy

the sun tastes of salt
and the smell in the funeral seaweed
is of child-birth and charnel-house

what does our nothingness seek
and where will the others abandon you 

a changing of blouses and skins
and our hair and our callings: it is good

good to ponder the earth a little
kiss ones wife in the morning

to belong to the innocent air
and disdain oligarchies

when I journeyed from mist into mist
afloat in my hat

I met no one with highways
all went bemused

all had something to sell me
no one asked who I was

until one day I encountered myself
and was grazed by a smile

in the half-sky and the leafage
let us come with our tiredness

let us talk with the roots
and the malcontent waves

let us put out of mind all celerity
and the tooth of the capable

put the spleen from our minds
the malign miscellany

and make earthy our calling
and touch earth with our spirits.