Yesterday the trees were passionate
an indiscriminate planet piling on sweet
plenitudes of leaves in the harvest light, while
august the firmament planted a blue & final kiss
Yesterday's kings trundled forth from castles
bumblebees were drunken sailors in the grass
& like honeyed wax bearing his father's seal
Hamlet wheeled around toward Elsinore.
Today soft rain flattens the brown plane leaves
Earthfilled mouths mutter to life once more
In the All Souls' light living & dead alas
are spun together just above their graves
& Hamlet yes comes home, & it is no dream
Ophelia is singing in the stream.
Henry Gould | Island Road 14
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