THE WORKS IN NEWARK AND FORT ANCIENT the circle I stand in the heaps of interest at hand I heard of I entered the moon's arc plants one end here are you with me? and does the door open on rain or the smothering heat by the river the towns swell no night dark enough to smother their burning lights are you? and when I touch the old walks with my feet songs that were the same as seeds gather winter will come our knowledge is shared the stars we watch have taught lines that enclose us I have been dreamed of encircled by dreams and resting earth standing there silent a thought comes the owl sees me and goes off to the trees