And another one written recently, the same time.
"You think they are permanent but they pass."
You think they are permanent but they pass
and only contemplation serves to save their memory.
You are in the Pan-World Building with the leaders.
They all seem real.
They all seem permanent.
But soon you are in the Pan-World Building
with the past.
How closely and with what immediacy
you scrutinize the features of each
noted face, President, old poet, Supreme Court Chief Justice,
Secretary to the United Nations.
How lively their speech, lively their looks
as all together in one banquet place.
You would think there would be no end to this.
Who in the reality of his high days
thinks of the destitution of the night?
You think they are permanent but they
pass to feed ravens of the ravenous past.