Eyes shut How then can the Heart See redblood from red Figure the feel of flesh The face uncalculated Is no error no arms way out For without leave love can For with living always is a leaving A harm the heart is not unmade.... Even with eyes - Only to see the lies of letters Words telling the whole story of the world What! Is Art a way For legs to be always 2 and not trod in three To be a tree And root on the spot The care of the heart is motion