Take for example this:
if to the colour of midnight
to a more than darkness(which
is myself and Paris and all
things)the bright
rain
occurs deeply, beautifully
and i(being at a window
in this midnight)
for no reason feel
deeply completely conscious of the rain or rather
Somebody who uses roofs and streets skilfully to make a
possible and beautiful sound:
if a (perhaps) clock strikes, in the alive
coolness,very faintly and
finally through altogether delicate gestures of rain
a colour comes, which is morning,
O do not wonder that
(just at the edge of day) i surely
make a millionth poem which will not wholly
miss yousor if i certainly create, lady,
one of the thousand selves who are your smile.