thank you poem

i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
i stand in the cold gray weather
the swan existing
the ships are lying in the bay
friend, whose smile has come to be
so fallen
city that is not a city
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i have cast the world
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
in the dark and peace of my final bed
with joy and wonder