名人诗歌|Dearest Reader

He painted the mountain over and over again

from his place in the cave， agape

at the light， its absence， the mantled¹

skull^{2 with blue-tinted hollows， wren-}

like bird plucking berries from the fire

her hair alight and so on

lemon grass in cafe in clear glass.

Dearest reader there were trees

formed of wire， broad entryways

beneath balconies beneath spires³

youthful head come to rest in meadow

beside bend in gravel^{4 road， still}

body of milky^{5 liquid}

her hair alight and so on

successive halls， flowered carpets and doors

or the photograph of nothing but pigeons

and grackles by the shadow of a fountain.