More from Paterson, by William Carlos Williams

                  A cool of books
will sometimes lead the mind to libraries
of a hot afternoon, if books can be found
cool to the sense to lead the mind away.

For there is a wind or ghost of a wind
in all books echoing the life
there, a high wind that fills the tubes
of the ear until we think we hear a wind,
actual    .

                    to lead the mind away.

Drawn from the streets we break off
our minds' seclusion and are taken up by
the books' winds, seeking, seeking
down the wind
until we are unaware which is the wind and
which the wind's power over us    .
                  to lead the mind away

and there grows in the mind
a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms
whose perfume is itself a wind moving
                  to lead the mind away

through which, below the cataract
soon to be dry
the river whirls and eddys
                    first recollected.

Spent from wandering the useless
streets these months, faces folded against
him like clover at nightfall, something
has brought him back to his own
                      mind    .

                in which a falls unseen
tumbles and rights itself
and refalls—and does not cease, falling
and refalling with a roar, a reverberation
not of the falls but of its rumor
                    unabated

                  Beautiful thing,
my dove, unable and all who are windblown,
touched by the fire
                  and unable,
a roar that (soundless) drowns the sense
with its reiteration
                unwilling to lie in its bed
and sleep and sleep, sleep
                  in its dark bed.

Summer! it is summer    .
—and still the roar in his mind is
unabated