Newel and Trim
Pieces filch’d here and there
In minor conjunct. Style frees
Itself of the function of
Padding out knowledge or story
And destiny’s refusal is another
Is, what refusal’s answer ‘doth
Furder.’ No more unbegown’d Zeno,
Detoque’d and ready to unlace
Philosophy. No more Sundaying over
Sunday with Sunday. I fain
Dance the hay in pixillat’d
Light, a philodendron leaf twining
Unsheath’d up the newel post
In loyal consort to some
Tuneful mighty fret of weather—
Vatic, delinquent, suant, and trim.
