Her Reverie During Arpeggios
A placid pond restless for wind Confusion of minnows in a willow’s shadow A pine seedling pale beneath ringing shades of great trees grown tedious as saints Brilliantly black, a monstrous piano the bust of some genius upon it And billowing out white, a long drape glimmers blown wide by a droll breeze idling in from over water forests fields The soldiers clashing in the salt marsh