The Vecchi

omens
a friend of his dreamed
dim vegetable forms
their blank garments also
begin to dream

of dark sculptors
moving among the stones
seeing hips and lips and
haunches of eyes
in the rough hill-sides

thought
being favorable
among all antique mineral

stone
the blank garment
where omens blend
a friend of his

whose unique conception of time
sometimes would
as in the opaque and unhewn known
glow

dark sculptors
beholding the stone
like a black lion
drowned in blood

no omen forsakes
the moral order or
supports it
its expression shall be
of a subtler verdure

pebbles stretching
like a road to meet
the world's great circle

dark sculptors
questioning
the stone