somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xerxes

this man: a narrow thudding timeshaped face

plus innocuous winking hands, carefully

inhabits number 1 on something street

Spring comes

the lean and definite houses

are troubled.   A sharp blue day

fills with peacefully leaping air

the minute mind of the world.

The lean and

definite houses are

troubled, in the sunset their chimneys converse

angrily,their

roofs are nervous with the soft furious

light, and while fire-escapes and

roofs and chimneys and while roofs and fire-escapes and

chimneys and while chimneys and fire-escapes

and roofs are talking rapidly all together there happens

Something,and They

cease(and

one by one are turned suddenly and softly

into irresponsible toys.)

when this man with

the brittle legs winces

swiftly out of number 1 someThing

street and trickles carefully into the park

sits

Down.       pigeons circle

around and around and around the

irresponsible toys

circle wildly in the slow-ly-in creasing fragility

—. Dogs

bark

children

play

-ing

Are

in the beautiful nonsense of twilight

and somebody Napoleon