Before March

THE gull's image and the gull

Meet upon the water

All day I have thought of her

There is nothing left of that year

(There is sere-grass

Salt colored)

We have annulled it with

Salt

We have galled it clean to the clay with that one autumn

The hedge-rows keep the rubbish and the leaves

There is nothing left of that year in our lives but the leaves of it

As though it had not been at all

As though the love the love and the life altered

Even ourselves are as strangers in these thoughts

Why should I weep for this?

What have I brought her?

Of sorrow of sorrow of sorrow her heart full

The gull

Meets with his image on the winter water.