Night Follows Frost

Night follows frost The frost slender goes A Monsignor amidst The trembling trees: He sees them trembling Feels sadistic and other Pleasures In their each vibration. Slender Time passes Stealthy As with motion Sound of lightning Speed of it and more Velocity: All robber-like All secret-stealthy. In the old annals of Ever-old Time and times The watermill of lust Goes round and round In the reproducing sound Of things and cycles: As with motion who Will keep it As with thunder who Will silence it: As with lightning who Will keep it from dimming Slow Slow and fading? Speak! Speak! Your words are history.