To a Solitary Disciple Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color is shell-pink. Rather observe that it is early morning than that the sky is smooth as a turquoise. Rather grasp how the dark converging lines of the steeple meet at a pinnacle --- perceive how its little ornament tries to stop them- See how it fails! See how the converging lines of the hexagonal spire escape upward--- receding, dividing! --- petals that guard and contain the flower! Observe how motionless the eaten moon lies in the protective lines. It is true: in the light colors of the morning brown-stone and slate shine orange and dark blue But observe the oppressive weight of the squat edifice! Observe the jasmine lightness of the moon. William Carlos Williams