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It is posed and it is posed.
But in nature it merely grows.
Stones pose in the falling night;
And beggars dropping to sleep,
They pose themselves and their rags.
Shucks . . . lavender moonlight falls.
The buildings pose in the sky
And, as you paint, the clouds,
Grisaille, impearled, profound,
Pftt . . .In the way you speak
You arrange, the thing is posed,
What in nature merely grows.


To-morrow when the sun,
For all your images,
Comes up as the sun, bull fire,
Your images will have left
No shadow of themselves.
The poses of speech, of paint,
Of music--
Her body lies
Worn out, her arm falls down,
Her fingers touch the ground.
Above her, to the left,

A brush of white, the obscure,
The moon without a shape,
A fringed eye in a crypt.
The sense creates the pose.

In this it moves and speaks.
This is the figure and not
An evading metaphor.

Add this. It is to add.