Sonnets—Actualities V before the fragile gradual throne of night slowly when several stars are opening one beyond one immaculate curving cool treasures of silence (slenderly wholly rising,herself uprearing wholly slowly, lean in the hips and her sails filled with dream— when on a green brief gesture of twilight trembles the imagined galleon of Spring) somewhere unspeaking sits my life;the grim clenched mind of me somewhere begins again, shares the year’s perfect agony. Waiting (always)upon a fragile instant when herself me(slowly, wholly me)will press in the young lips unearthly slenderness