Two, the dream.
Mammedaty saw to the building of this house.
Just there by the arbor he made a camp in the old way
and in the evening when the hammers had fallen silent
and there were frogs and crickets in the black grass
and a low hectic wind upon the pale slanting
plane of the moon's light, he settled deep down
in his mind to dream.
He dreamed of dreaming and of the summer breaking
upon his spirit as drums break upon the intervals of the dance
and of the gleaming gourds.