break up poem

i have heard that a certain princess
desolate and lone
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
the dawn was apple-green
the arches of the red bridge
i go my way complacently
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
the earth keeps some vibration going
the meadow was creeping
in his guarded tent
it was a tall young oysterman
as evening falls
let me move slowly through the street
i burn no incense