Variations On A Summer Day
Say of the gulls that they are flying
in light blue air over dark blue sea
Music more than a breath, but less
Than the wind, sub-music like sub-speech,
A repetition of unconscious things,
Letters of rock and water, words
Of the visible elements and of ours.
The rocks of the cliffs are the heads of dogs
That turn into fishes and leap
Into the sea.
Star over Monhegan, Atlantic star,
Lantern without a bearer, you drift,
You, too, are drifting, in spite of your course;
Unless in the darkness, brightly-crowned
You are the will, if there is a will,
Or the portent of a will that was,
One of the portents of the will that was.