THE CRYSTAL SUN
BY YVOR WINTERS
Lean spring came in,
A living tide of green,
White foam of blossom;
I, a child,
Barefooted on the clear sand,
Saw the sun fall
Straight and sharp in air;
And I, afraid of horses,
Screamed in surprise
As the mare spun
Knee-high in yellow flowers.
The stones
That held the hills,
The sky that held
The sun and all its
Spreading rays were of one
Substance
and my God
Lay at my feet
And spoke from out
My shadow, eyed me
From the bees.
And he was not, or
Else I—none could
Say.
The Chinamen
Amid the lemon grove
Lived with pale women
And ate dogs and sang
All night.
What wonder, then,
That I went mad
