THE ROAD AND THE END

  I SHALL foot it 

　　  Down the roadway in the dusk, 

　　  Where shapes of hunger wander 

　　  And the fugitives of pain go by. 

　　  I shall foot it 

　　  In the silence of the morning, 

　　  See the night slur into dawn, 

　　  Hear the slow great winds arise 

　　  Where tall trees flank the way 

　　  And shoulder toward the sky. 

　　  The broken boulders by the road 

　　  Shall not commemorate my ruin. 

　　  Regret shall be the gravel under foot. 

　　  I shall watch for 

　　  Slim birds swift of wing 

　　  That go where wind and ranks of thunder 

　　  Drive the wild processionals of rain. 

　　  The dust of the traveled road 

　　  Shall touch my hands and face.