[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 46]

Intersect. Poems

The flagstaff of my inner dreams just meagrenesses on the void air

     And their flagnessness is an oppressive presence…

The thought of the absent flags stands clearer in my thought – a despair

     Empty flagstaffs in its essence.

† giving with no-flags to-day the staff stand

     And name my thought of the flags thy name not get

Over my vague notion of the made statal of this land

     Up to a distance for me where I stand in thought

          And see myself thought-small stand…

O the plurality of flagstaff flaglessly compared

     With the Other flagstaff that have ever flag within me

Great parallel steaks of wideness in the very thought-flag-filled air

The other flags – the flags that are visible thoughts and stare

Their new wholly concerned and explained flagging in the air

     Of my idea of my soul’s eternity…

O the gay of the flagstaff calm as I do not see it there!

25-3-1914.

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