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Clouds are half-conquered. A cloud hardly ever
strays into the office nowadays. When one does
it can still be dangerous. The chairman
or office boy (clouds being quite classless)
will swivel round, dribbling cloud.
But that is exceptional. Generally
clouds can be studied through double glass
safely, or mounted on slides, That way, they contribute
to model-building. Some foreign planets
have their own 'cloud-cosies'. Certain animals crop cloud.
And when, rarely, a cloud comes mooning
against your window, you may see the white hairnet
of its blood vessels, or the clenched white brain
(which is often shadowed). At those times apply techniques
of cloud-dispersal. So far is death like Orpheus.
From Poetry Review Vol 59 No 4 (Winter 1968/9)