Alfred Kreymborg: Old Manuscript

Old Manuscript

Alfred Kreymborg

The sky Is that beautiful old parchment In which the sun And the moon Keep their diary. To read it all, One must be a linguist More learned than Father Wisdom; And a visionary More clairvoyant than Mother Dream. But to feel it, One must be an apostle: One who is more than intimate In having been, always, The only confidant — Like the earth Or the sky.