death poem

i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
which i wish to remark
in his guarded tent
rocked in the cradle of the deep
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
the swan existing
i make my shroud, but no one knows
backward, turn backward
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
i see all human wits
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
as evening falls