said The Waves read directly and with aging
said globe, or the sequencing of phrases
said jug, jug, jug I sing like the nightingales,
though not too well
—like whales that breach small on that Pacific horizon—
said commerce, commerce reading Lucretius at lunch
said a circle has been cast on the waters,
a farm life with mud and children, unnamed children
for how functions Percival across pages or the surf?
said tyger, tyger leaping
said but we hasten
The premonition, past any place or age,
has always been of dying in moving water.
sang Percival is dead!
though admittedly I prefer mountains
over a chorus of the sea—
always the ridge of granite teasing a view—
said you, you, and you, nearby and dear