Noon on the cut field, and the morning shade is gone I came here to cross it; the light won't let me pass I hear my own mouth start on the reason that I gave and it lies there on the stubble, too thin to cast a shade No wall in the open, no ditch to keep the cool no shadow of your own between you and the noon No shadow now no cover in the standing light No shadow now no dark to drag it out of sight whatever a man brought here to say the noon is on it, and the noon will stay I turn my hand over, still dark from the coal the noon gets in the creases where the black still holds I reach for the account I carried like a name and it thins in the open, too pale to cast a shade No dark in the account, no shaft to take it down no cover in the word between you and the noon No shadow now no cover in the standing light No shadow now no dark to drag it out of sight whatever a man brought here to say the noon is on it, and the noon will stay Lady Midday in the standing heat cut rows bright around my feet she asks the plain thing I have never said and the word I brought dries up behind my teeth No shadow now no cover in the standing light No shadow now no dark to drag it out of sight whatever a man brought here to say the noon is on it, and the noon will stay and the light goes in and does not leave it lies down in me where I have to breathe
