Poems, Sunrises, and Precedents

times even in the grip of  trouble

get no less a sunrise than sun is capable

the capable beauty all we have

to expect—     to ask more from some incompetent   laughs

at the proposition          we have trumped all that

from such horses as

we have     pulling our wagon through the dust

which we   ourselves yoked to the lead     that trust—

people of  the voice though we were.

people who cannot figure

what it is we want to say  for us—

if  all we have is the form to stuff

as the end      then any poem of the times comes up

capable as shining.     shining or not.     enveloped.