The section ends with a vision in five stanzas, each opened by a single stressed word — Dream. Night. Moment. World. Taste. — that rhymes into the lines that follow. Grape clusters, a spring orchard, flax, an unnoticed bird; then the earth face to face with the speaker under a moon, and a name written in the sky in Latin letters: “O.Rich — my name was born in the sky.” He becomes the bird, ignores the earth crying “Come back!”, sees a freedom “without sky and Earth” — and wakes to winter, black earth, and a one-word English curse. The only wish left is to go back into the dream for good. Who or what O.Rich is, the poem does not explain; it is a self the poet has just met.