narrative poetry

our pleasant moments fly
made up of loveliness alone
under a spreading chestnut tree
in and of itself
with her hair flaying wildly
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
i said, i have shut my heart
stern cold man
the old west, the old time
two rows of cabbages
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
when i was broke in london
to clothe the fiery thought
your body's motion is like music