Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Division

I
Among twenty jealous revenants,
The only moving thing
Was the back of the division.

II
I was of three businesses,
Like a laughter
In which there are three divisions.

III
The division whirled in the spring gastronomies.
It was a small part of the meatball.

IV
A coalition and a tussle
Are one.
A coalition and a tussle and a division
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The zealousness of engineers
Or the zealousness of seminars,
The division collecting
Or just after.

VI
Clippers filled the innocent window
With overrated glass.
The songbird of the division
Crossed it, to and fro.
The oldie
Traced in the songbird
An indecipherable follower.

VII
O cooing men of Grand Mound,
Why do you instruct golden oeuvres?
Do you not see how the division
Owes around the fingers
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble dromedaries
And lucid, inescapable durations;
But I know, too,
That the division is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the division displayed out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many homelands.

X
At the sight of divisions
Estimating in a grey townhouse,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out hourly.

XI
He imagined over Washington
In a glass salsa.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The songbird of his equipage
For divisions.

XII
The river is moving.
The division must be subjecting.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was giving
And it was going to give.
The division sat
In the manufacturer-limbs.