[to William Shakespeare]
through these sheer battlements
the myriad suns arose
over a single field of language
forged gold beyond gold
and shining, still, as unsurpassed,
the life and death of kings of saints
of jugglers of every form and color
of a dream that could be dreamed
within a dream
or foregone wholly.
Holy.
are you gone or buried like the sun
said Mandelstam
we’ll meet again
we’ll meet again
inviolate language unincorporated
when these sheer battlements have
done
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