Casts its shadows on the following Words:

Longing. Desire. Lust.

And when these pass, over on

Mother. Tenderness. Love.

Where they grow as huge as trees On walls in summer evenings.

After this they fall, Simultaneously, over both

Sky and prairie underneath it.

Here grass waves them in the wind. Then clouds sift them through

Calm snow and quick rivers.

So foolish man, if drowning Is what you seek, Drown in any of these!

To see me All you have to do, Darling, is first write A capital G (for gone, for Groundless, for goddamned) Down on a piece of paper.

Then add a small o On the top edge of The G. Add a dot For an eye. Ears and Mouth are purely optional For I am already mute.

But be sure to add A tilted V in that stoop Of G, one end touching The o’s base, i.e., chin. That is how I am now Thinking, thinking of You.

You are hungry For something to do, For someone to walk

Into this wide glassy cage Of spring. You know how To spell thanks

But often can’t be it. You know very many Synonyms for love

Yet you don’t really feel That heat radiating from Your chest. God, (is this

Another word?) is said To live there. Here is A pick. Dig for God.