TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN

by: William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)

      HIS quiet morning light
      reflected, how many times
      from grass and trees and clouds
      enters my north room
      touching the walls with
      grass and clouds and trees.
      Anthony,
      trees and grass and clouds.
      Why did you follow
      that beloved body
      with your ships at Actium?
      I hope it was because
      you knew her inch by inch
      from slanting feet upward
      to the roots of her hair
      and down again and that
      you saw her
      above the battle's fury--
      clouds and trees and grass--
       
      For then you are
      listening in heaven.

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