COMMAND FROM A HAMMOCK
Whale-cloud, go off, a mile an hour
On your slow business with the air,
Getting ingredients for a shower
Until you reach the sky-scape where
On your slow business with the air,
Getting ingredients for a shower
Until you reach the sky-scape where
My love, not styled a little man,
Looks like a black twig in the sea,
Under, in shadow, smaller than
He ever seems when seen by me;
Looks like a black twig in the sea,
Under, in shadow, smaller than
He ever seems when seen by me;
And on your way contrive some weird,
Arresting form; make yourself so
Peculiar, cumulous, elephant-eared,—
Leave off the whale shape as you go. . . .
Arresting form; make yourself so
Peculiar, cumulous, elephant-eared,—
Leave off the whale shape as you go. . . .
And loom so queerly as you put
Your twilight on him while he swims,
His eyes will open first,—then shut,
Salt-water silver, round the rims,
Your twilight on him while he swims,
His eyes will open first,—then shut,
Salt-water silver, round the rims,
That he will say to someone else,—
Half to himself and half aloud,—
As one child always sees and tells
Another, pointing, See the cloud!
Half to himself and half aloud,—
As one child always sees and tells
Another, pointing, See the cloud!
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