i?
i walk alone;
the midnight street
spins itself from under my feet;
when my eyes shut
those dreaming houses all shut out;
through a whim of mine
over gables the moon's celestial onion
hangs high.

i
make houses shrink
and trees diminish
by going far; my look's leash
dangles the puppet people
who, unaware how they dwindle
laugh, kiss, get drunk,
don't guess that if i choose to blink
they die.

i
when i good humor
give grass its green
blazen sky blue, and endow the sun
with gold;
yet in my winteriest moods, i hold
absolute power
to bycott color and forbid any flower
to be.

i
know you appear
vivid at my side;
denying you sprang from my head
claiming you feel
love fiery enough to prove flesh real
though its quite clear
all your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear
from me.