"He Foresees Disaster in a Dream."
"I wanted just to speak, to mutter, or cry out.
I wanted just to see my vagrant enemy,
vagrant as the pale streak of evening
come about on the plane of winter.
The long crystal splinter of despair.
Now the bleak dimension of my doubt
comprehends me and I wake and waken for my sake.
He enters upon the afternoon of his last day.
But then under there the sun board down
and was a focal length away, the brain was withered and burned
brown then gone to ashes cold and gray."