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To fake green strokes in water, light fidgets,

A niggling fidget, and the green is there,

Born of a blue and marrying into a blue

With clouds blushed pink on it from the upper air.

And water breathing upwards from itself

Sketches and islands with blurred pencillings,

A phase of space, a melting out of space:

Mind does this, too, with the pure shape of things.

Or the mind fidgets and a thought, grown green,

Born of nowhere and marrying nowhere,

Fakes a creation, that is one and goes

Into the world and makes its difference there.

A thing to be regarded: Whose pure shape

Blurs in the quality on the noticing mind

And blurs pink and makes the hard jump from

Created to creator, like human kind.