Not laughed at for clothes,

Weight, the gait, the nose,

The fortunate in body go

Anywhere, and never know.

A few uncover and are glad of

What they might not have had,

Those lucky in leg and skull

Who have their fingers all.

Rolled everywhere, like rain,

The others fall between,

Mean well and mean to be

Not stupid, savage, silly,

Who use inside the head

The verb crowd, the noun crowd.

Oh but the blaze of air

Toward the end of September,

Blue, and the root-smell.

Into it all fling and fall

Down tides of leaf and snow,

Intent on being so.