FIVE
IV
our touching hearts slenderly comprehend
(clinging as fingers, loving one another
gradually into hands) and bend
into the huge disaster of the year:
like this most early single star which tugs
weakly at twilight, caught in thickening fear
our slightly fingering spirits starve and smother;
until autumn abruptly wholly hugs
our dying silent minds, which hand in hand
at some window try to understand
the
the(through pale miles of perishing air, haunted
with huddling infinite wishless melancholy,
suddenly looming) accurate undaunted
moon’s bright third tumbling slowly
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