Human Faces

The glassy tentacles of ideas Snake down through the marrow of bones, Like roots from a monkeys brain. Rabid froth dried, on a rabbits whiskers, Dreaming as tiger, instead of prey; Snoring through the wild radish stalks. And horses rear on legs borrowed from deer To munch green apples, from rutting-scarred trees- Everything what it is, and nature never differs Though men may wish they had been born stones instead, Or as kings in higher places; But the higher grace found in this world Looks out of human faces.