Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri

    you told me this morning. I think one always wonders，

    unless， of course， something is visible： tremors

    that take us， private and willy-nilly， are usual.

    But the earth said last night that what I feel，

    you feel； what secretly moves you， moves me.

    One small， sensuous catastrophe

    makes inklings letters， spelled in a worldly tremble.

    The earth， with others on it， turns in its course

    as we turn toward each other， less than ourselves， gross，

    mindless， more than we were. Pebbles， we swell

    to planets， nearing the universal roll，

    in our conceit even comprehending the sun，

    whose bright ordeal leaves cool men woebegone.