If Life Seems Odd
If life seems odd, You’re learning to see Bird shadows snugged In the wind-stained tree Where you hang this feeling Of sleeping in a noose. Do ash and autumn Mix to any use? The gold leaves burn In backyards with you. A bent branch reserves A space for two, Or anything at all, Predestined to Let a hand wake yours, To let her choose you.
Re-reading this one again: it gives that sense of having been written in that difficult time just after it appears but before an image or thought becomes prozaic. Has that tension in the language and conveys feeling not drowned in sentiment. Natural-sounding music too.