IN THE GREAT BEWILDERMENT just as in a set of words the sun can rise in a pale sky changing it by its power of unbearable shining ahead of me and behind me there are people excusing themselves the wrongs are trivial but a great fault has been let loose because we must crowd together someone must be the first to own it though what his words are meant to account for has vanished into its own world before we could get to this one vanished like a dull-colored bird that after its clear easy trill rises from its narrow twig to the empty sky