So, that gesture is what ends the book, all but one.
That's actually the penultimate, or the next to the last poem,
in the book.
It ends with a gesture that's called
a tornada, from the Provencal poets who were down
in the South of France and then the north part of Spain,
would like to end their books with a tornada, which
would be a turn at the end.
They would take the book by the shoulders
and say some version of, go, little book.
And so, the tornada for this book is just called, "Poem."
"Then comes the pale figure, animated inchling of light,
running not swift but steady, running in a screen of hills.
Not hills, but undulations, gently torn
strips in a tissue collage.
Ten shades of green, and four of yellow, and sky blue,
and aquamarine.
Thus you entitle your midsummer poem,
"Pale Figure Running in Bright-Colored Landscape.""