Mrs. Alfred Uruguay

So what said the others and the sun went down
And,
in the brown blues of evening, the lady said,
In the donkey's ear, "I fear that elegance
Must struggle like the rest." She climbed until
The moonlight in her lap, mewing her velvet,

And her dress were one and she said," I have said no
To everything, in order to get at myself.
I have wiped away moonlight like mud.
Your innocent
ear
And I, if I rode naked, are what remain."


The moonlight crumbled to degenerate forms,
While she approached the real, upon her mountain,
With lofty darkness.
The donkey was there to ride,
To hold by the ear, even though it wished for a bell,
Wished faithfully for a falsifying bell.
Neither the moonlight could change it. And for her,
To be, regardless of velvet, could never be more
Than to be, she could never differently be,
Her no and no made yes impossible.


Who was it passed her there on a horse all will,
What figure of capable imagination?

Whose horse clattered on the road on which she rose,
As it descended, blind to her velvet and
The moonlight?
Was it a rider intent on the sun,
A youth, a lover with phosphorescent hair,
Dressed poorly, arrogant of his streaming forces,
Lost in an integration of the martyrs' bones,
Rushing from what was real; and capable?

The villages slept as the capable man went down,
Time swished on the village clocks and dreams were alive,
The enormous gongs gave edges to their sounds,

As the rider, no chevalere and poorly dressed,
Impatient of the bells and midnight forms,
Rode over the picket rocks, rode down the road,

And, capable, created in his mind,
Eventual victor, out of the martyrs' bones,
The ultimate elegance: the imagined land.