The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins

One Luminary Clock Against The Sky Proclaimed The Time Was Neither Wrong Nor Right.

If You're Looking For Something To Be Brave About, Consider Fine Arts.

The Armful For Every Parcel I Stoop Down To Seize I Lose Some Other Off My Arms And Knees, And The Whole Pile Is Slipping, Bottles, Buns, Extremes Too Hard To Comprehend At. Once Yet Nothing I Should Care To Leave Behind. With All I Have To Hold With Hand And Mind And Heart, If Need Be, I Will Do My Best. To Keep Their Building Balanced At My Breast. I Crouch Down To Prevent Them As They Fall; Then Sit Down In The Middle Of Them All. I Had To Drop The Armful In The Road And Try To Stack Them In A Better Load.

Earth's The Right Place For Love. I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.

For Hard It Is To Keep From Being King When It's In You And In The Situation.