From this the poem springs: that we live in a place <br>That is not our own and$$$ much more$$$ not ourselves <br>And hard it is in spite of blazoned days.

A poem is a meteor.

Of the Surface of Things<br>In my room$$$ the world is beyond my understanding;<br>But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four<br>Hills and a cloud.

The yellow glistens.<br>It glistens with various yellows$$$<br>Citrons$$$ oranges and greens<br>Flowering over the skin.

One must have a mind of winter.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.

For the listener$$$ who listens in the snow$$$<br>And$$$ nothing himself$$$ beholds<br>Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Google and Facebook dont have users or customers. Instead$$$ they have participants under machine surveillance$$$ whose activities are algorithmically combined within Big Data silos.

These simple terms -- "come about"$$$ for example -- denote procedures that are as complicated and tradition-bound as the installation of a new Pope.