Tintern Abbey Poem
First cold swims up rocks while water reveres smooth slopes
Vagrant trees, rolling seclusions-
Sporty murmurs of plot
Formed alone-a landscape houseless with din
almost suspended. My chastened lover
elevated, haunted, and roaming
Subject: I: my meager met meagerly by
my grating future-years
My nature turns kissing:
a child-arm
Wild-eyed grey pastoral: let the moon
prefigure death, not us
