"The Little Bafflings."
"I have the classic reticence of those
who never write the rude truth.
Even these lines were made by the pressure of a mere pin.
So I am often anxious, even suicidal that I am not
enough downcast.
Oh, little pins, you make of my body
an effigy of the unseen rain that can dent a stone.
And you rude one, what secret happiness
are you hoarding under the pillow where you weep?
Did you see the spring duck raise his head from under
the ice wearing an emerald necklace?"