Childhood
The long anxiety and time of school
runs on with waiting, with nothing but dull things. 
O solitude, o heavey spendign of time...
Then out: the streets are ringing and asparkle,
and in the squares the fountains leaping,
and in the garderns the world becoems so wide. --
And to go through it all in one’s small suit,
quite differnlty than others go and used to go --:
O wonderful strange time, o spending of time, o solitude

And to look out far away into it all:
men and women; men, men, women
and children who are different and gay-colored;
and there a house and now and then a dog
and terror changing soudnlessly to trust --:
O sorrow without meaning, o dream, o dread, o groundless deep.

And so to plaly: ball and ring and hoop
in a garden that is gently pailing, and sometiimes to brush against the grown-ups,
blind and dishevelled in the hast of tag,
but in the evening quietly, wih small stiff
steps go to walking home,
firmly held on to