  HornÈd Toad of cloven brown, Rock souls have dwindled to your eyes And thrown a splintered end upon your blood. Night and day have vanished To you, who squat and watch Years loosen one sand grain until Its fall becomes your moment. Tall things plunge over you, Slashing their dreams with motion That holds the death of all they seek, But you, to whom fierce winds are ripples, Do not move lest you lose the taste of stillness. HornÈd Toad of cloven brown, Never hop from your grey rock crevice Mute with interwoven beginnings and ends. The fluid lies of motion Leave no remembrance behind. |
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