PARENTHESIS.

A boy is coming out to life again.

A blow given me by this night's shrieking sky
Falling with the wind into the subtleties of
malice

To give pain

(Life is real, Life is earnest),

The subtleties of growth

Make drought

Work that way -

I am an empty fountain who watered the garden,

An old hen who hatched that egg -

Nourrice de cocatrices

Against the grain.