The bees are buzzing, The

The bees are buzzing,
The edge of that other square cut from the right
-Now that you notice it-have just moved past
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent-
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
With sun’s warmth wasted on a stone,
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
-Now that you notice it-have just moved past
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
I bring down a bit of its light
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
The form sought for centuries by
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Glimmering of light: