Dawn stepping down into the garden Stepping down Lightly about the roofs, sets in bare trees Heavy lumps of birds, woodpigeons; places Ladder against wall, uncovers The houses’ naked sleeping faces And closed eyes
Sends overhead a film of cloud Shallow blue Spellbound vapour:stepping down Across the printless lawn, invisible Palpable being, whose presence all the choir Of sparrow and pigeon now makes audible In celebration
Till I,holding a feeding baby Notice his eyes Turn to the window, and following Almost see the unhurried passing angel Whose cool gauze brushes the crocus Darts clustered under trees, the fleeting angle Of a bent wing. |