of these planetary circulations
except that all green things
grow round if not in leaf
than in their whole formation
the way a body builds its head
out of what the head discards
the sun would yield its flower
the flower its conclusive seed
my only other creed
is the sorrow of the hour
the heart must turn
broken and scattered
as must have happened once
with Venus Mercury and Mars
a dying going back to Saturn
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