A broken bottle, couchant
On field of loose granite and
Cigarette ends wet by rain,
Is an abject personality.
The light it imbibes is
General, and comes as it
Goes, in the continuity of
Its diverse causes, sated.
Light of morning cannot be
More full of morning than
Morning is full of light. It
Is a consummated expression.
A broken bottle is a bottle,
And it is its brighter prodigies.
Outstrung aspects, in aureole :
O, flagrant archipelagos!
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