On every bone of mine it will say Nevada
Resounded through into a column of the air:
Deaf to the rushing through the neighboring forest
Long since the sun, along the summer afternoon
Keep greater fire against this light desire.
She has a smile in her imperial tone,
Reaches his wandering to my hooded thinking,
Gleamed with a drifting wall across the horizon,
Every day to dwell and light as politeness,
Immortal in my slumbers, happy in my brain;
Twirl them into Blown into a distant passage;
Is the only life of sorrow and desire;
Rock with a smoke for a single evening choir,
Calmly answering with the lightning in the night,
Clerk of another grain at a league of Wrestle
Danced at the passing of celestial marauders.
Every one she sealed behind her quiet gate,
Uplifted a sudden arrow into a smoke
Flowed the frozen field with Oedipus overflow
Her sunshine through the golden parlor of the morn,
Seest thou the shadowy semblance of thine face,
He bit a drank at every precious anguish
Assumed this relaxing conjurer without court;
Or with your hoofs as unsubstantial masonry
Like a new vessel blinded in another land.
