HAIKU

[Rimbaud]

A word is a wing,
Is a wing a word today?
Tomorrow perhaps.

Flattery from ye?
Swift departing, fancy's flight
Should not be other.

Your Balrog tires so -
But a darkening flight of
Obsidian verse.

Yet, for thee a ray
Of pale sunshine through cloud pierce
In hard times for thee;

The bless'd are peaceful
The unbless'd walk alone, here,
In lonely grasses.