it wakes in the silence of the same room the words that come to it a er the long comma existed all that time wandering in space as points of light travel unseen through ages of which they alone are the measure and arrive at last to tell of something that came to pass before they ever began or meant anything
longer ago than that Pierre let himself in
through the gate under the cherry tree and said Jacques is dead and his feet rustled the bronze leaves of the cherry tree the October leaves fallen before he set out to walk on their curled summer then as suddenly Pierre was gone without warning and the others all the others who were announced a er they had gone with what they had of their summer and the cherry tree was done and went the way of its leaves
as they wake in the sentence the words remember
but each time only a remnant and it may be that they say little and there is the unspoken morning late in spring the early light passing and the cuckoo hiding beyond its voice and once more the oriole that was silent from age to age voices heard once only and then long listened for