Every Dawn still dumb

Clenching a dark fist

Against the sky blue bugles

Blown by that deaf one

Has the shepherd with the flask

Joined to the hard-hitting stick

Along his steps yet to come

Much as the free-flowing spring rises

By going forward so you saw

O solitary one Puvis

De Chavannes

Never alone

Leading your times drinking

To the nymph without a shroud

Who herself uncovers your Glory

5/20/08