Conclusion

legato con amore in un volume
ciò che per l’universo si squaderna . . .
If what began (look far and wide) will end: 
This lava globe huddle and freeze, its core 
Brittle with cold, or pulled too near its friend 
Pop once like one gun in a long-drawn war, 
And the stars sputter one by one, the night 
So empty judging empty’s out of date
(Space and time gone), then only, height on height, 
Mind that impelled those currents and that freight, 
Mind that after five days (see those days! 
Regions all tropic one day, one all ice!) 
Whistled man from the sea-moss, saw him raise 
The blundering forepaw, blink from shaggy eyes—
If image, likeness in the ox-yoke brow 
Long out of focus, focused mind to Mind—
Ah what unspeakable two and two allows 
That silence huddle and all eyes go blind?
Our ups and downs—there! that remembered makes 
Memory which is the single mind. How sweet 
Carmine stars of the maple fumed in rakes 
At 1350 such and such a street.
A thing to keep in mind. Yes and keep yet 
When the vile essence violescence lies. 
Once in winter by the richening sill 
Quiet, the fireplace tiny in our eyes—
I mention this; there’s more. The Almighty will 
Aeons late stumble on it with surprise.