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If you were speaking now
The waves below
Would be the organ stops
For breath to blow.
    
    
      
      
        
And if your rigid head
Flung back its hair
Gulls in a sickle flight
Would circle there.
    
    You make the flight 
    Unshaken.
      
        
You are alive!
O grass flash emerald sight
Dash of dog for ball
And skipping rope's bright blink
Lashing the light!

High in cloud
The sunset fruits are basketed
And fountains curl their plumes
On statue stone.
In secret thicket mold
Lovers defend their hold,
Old couples hearing whisperings
Touch in a handclasp, quivering.
    
    
      
      
        
For you sang out aloud
Arching the silent wood
To stretch itself, tiptoe,
Above the crowd...
You hold the word
Unspoken.