To a Solitary Disciple + 

Rather notice, mon cher, + 

that the moon is + 

tilted above + 

the point of the steeple + 

than that its color + 

is shell-pink. + 

Rather observe + 

that it is early morning + 

than that the sky + 

is smooth + 

as a turquoise. + 

Rather grasp + 

how the dark + 

converging lines + 

of the steeple + 

meet at the pinnacle⁠— + 

perceive how + 

its little ornament + 

tries to stop them⁠— + 

See how it fails! + 

See how the converging lines + 

of the hexagonal spire + 

escape upward⁠— + 

receding, dividing! + 

—sepals + 

that guard and contain + 

the flower! + 

Observe + 

how motionless + 

the eaten moon + 

lies in the protecting lines. + 

It is true: + 

in the light colors + 

of morning + 

brown-stone and slate + 

shine orange and dark blue. + 

But observe + 

the oppressive weight + 

of the squat edifice! + 

Observe + 

the jasmine lightness + 

of the moon. + 