The partaker partakes of that which changes him. The child that touches takes character from the thing, The body, it touches. The captain and his men Are one and the sailor and the sea are one.
change character men
The sea returns upon the men, The fields entrap the children, brick Is a weed and all the flies are caught, Wingless and withered, but living alive. The discord merely magnified. Deeper within the belly's dark Of time, time grows upon the rock.
discord men thetimes time
Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man Crossing a single bridge into a village.
man men
I can Do all that angels can. I enjoy like them, Like men besides, like men in light secluded, Enjoying angels.
light men
Let wise men piece the world together with wisdom Or poets with holy magic. Hey-di-ho.
life magic men wisdom
There are men of the East, he said, who are the East. There are men of a province who are that province. There are men of a valley who are that valley.
men
The boots of the men clump On the boards of the bridge. The first white wall of the village Rises through fruit-trees. Of what was it I was thinking? So the meaning escapes.
O thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you?
men women
Slowly the ivy on the stones Becomes the stones. Women become The cities, children become the fields And men in waves become the sea.
To speak of joy and to sing of it, borne on The shoulders of joyous men, to feel the heart That is the common, the bravest fundament, This is a facile exercise