"Follow the Child."
Follow the child
who feels green gates of childhood close.
The enchanted eye will find only what it knows.
And a gray haired hunter stalks that forest in his blood.
You too will see the firm parental towers
fall at the quiet stroke.
The mighty adult crawl to what it hates,
and hear a long collapsing sky.
Then come those visitors all wise men abhor,
but others let them in.
His own voice at the door, the haunted man lies down.
He whitens in a white room.