And a church spire sketched on the sky, of sheet metal and open beams, to resemble a church spire - William Carlos Williams

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches-

They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind-

Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined-
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of
entrance-Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken

The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned

He was always on the point of 'going away', where it didn't seem to matter...