Arnica, eyebright, the
drink from the well with the
star-die on it,
in the
hut,
written into this book
— whose name did it receive
before mine? —
into this book
the line of
a hope, today,
for a thinker's
coming
word
in the heart,
wood meadows, unevened,
orchid and orchid, individually,
crude stuff, later, while travelling,
clearly,
who travels us, the human
who hears it too,
the half-
stepped fascine
paths in the high moor,
dampness,
much.