Happy the
Eyes mosaic by black leaves, oval
And sharp-edged,
Quivering with dew or tears,
Since it was happy to be sad,
And sad to be happy.
It spied pupiless into warm windows,
Wishing for a world where it was no
Longer imagery, but concrete
Reality. Not realizing as scraps of sky
And framed of workingwhirl, it was
Already in the world.