On the second night of summer Visual energies of the air and eye Seized cypress, stream and moon; and the tongue took Perspective from a translator dream Spread across the awakened, resting sky: This can hardly be put in a poem or a book.
Yet I will remember Heart, mind and senses finding one wisdom, A single self not verbally divided Nor rounded out rigid and wrong, Remember the whole composition of freedom When the formal divisions subsided.
On the second night of summer Time stammered to silence under a generalized sky As that dream dissolved through the interface Of wordless and verbal. And the trees flamed with art.
For thus through the frozen levels is thought made free,