Fever and ooze, fever and ooze: 
Pronoun by pronoun, verb by irregular verb, 
Winter grows great with spring: March: 
                                           already something has let loose 
Deep in the hidden undersprings 
Of the year, looking for some way out: moss sings 
At the threshold, tongues wag 
                                down the secret valleys and dark draws 
Under the sun-stunned grass: 
What can’t stop comes on, mewling like blood-rush in the ear, 
Balancing over the sunken world: 
                                           fever and ooze, fever and ooze.