Taker, This

One does see more, though

The head is smashed and the hands

Are very weary, resting on hard pavement.

See sky miserably, and high things drearily—

Afternoon sluggishly, and stores in pain

Slow, wide pain; the same time, though,

Something speedy and having much color

Is dashing, going this way, that way, taking sights and matters.

This constant, never-not-moving sight, goer, haver, seizer, taker, this.