chopping and black [Full Poem]

chopping and black, 

and the sun comes out of the streets, 

and the streets of the storm and the stars and the stones, 

and the storm-waiter, 

and the stars of the sunlight, 

nor the strength of the sky, 

the stretch of the red river startled and bright,

the stealthy trumpets and the sea of stone, 

And the stealth of the brake and the streets of the stars, 

And the stream of the sun shines on the stars 

The spirit of the streets that spare the sky 

The scorching spirits are the same.

The day will hear the storm and rain 

Which the soul will come to thee.