Centuried

To-morrow we'll deliver the matter to you—and the wheels that grind the centuried darkness to destruction will again start a-rolling.

Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers Creaking, to turn, in its centuried rust.

Muck, murk, and humus, and the human anguish And human hope, and that dark wood-mold sweeter

Here he finds "concrete existence," for instance "hated irony" and dialogue and jokes and "the centuried roots of jazz."