第3期 焚毁的诺顿(3)

Garlic and sapphire in the mud

Clot the bedded axle-tree.

The trilling wire in the blood sings below inveterate scars appeasing long-forgotten wars.

The dance along the artery

The circulation of the lymph

Are figured in the drift of stars

Ascend to summer in the tree

We move above the moving tree

In light upon the figured leaf

And hear upon the sodden floor