enter no

　　is singing)silence:but unsinging. In

　　spectral such hugest how hush,one

　　dead leaf stirring makes a crash

　　-far away(as far as alive)lies

　　april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some

　　perpetually roaming whylessness-

　　autumn has gone:will winter never come?

　　o come,terrible anonymity;enfold

　　phantom me with the murdering minus of cold

　　-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-

　　scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and

　　gently

　　(very whiteness:absolute peace,

　　never imaginable mystery)

　　descend