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Some one plz help me decifer this pome some its drivering me insaine ...........................................

what if a much of a which of a wind

gives the truth to summer's lie;

bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun

and yanks immortal stars awry?

Blow king to beggar and queen to seem

(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)

-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,

the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays

screaming hills with sleet and snow:

strangles valleys by ropes of thing

and stifles forests in white ago?

Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind

(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)

-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,

it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream

bites this universe in two,

peels forever out of his grave

and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

Blow soon to never and never to twice

(blow life to isn't; blow death to

Answer 1

Is there a bit more at the end?

So, the poem completes or reverses common sayings about nature, which creates a feeling of violent disorder and confusion.

A lot of emphasis appears to be put upon sounds, which gives it  the appearance of a classic nonsense poem, especially given its first conclusion that when all these cataclysmic reversals come to be "the single secret will still be man."  

The second stanza takes common pairs (hills and valleys, hope and terror, soul and mind, etc) and "blow"s them together in an action still undeniably violent.

An anthropocentric approach implies that those "Whose hearts are mountains, roots are tree" and who "shall cry hello to the spring" are also men, even if men deeply connected to nature. The way that this stanza conflates disparate pairings helps to reinforce this idea, and the final two lines become a combination of man and nature.

Still, something is awry in this. Who "shall cry hello to the spring" if all these horrors have occurred?

The final stanza continues on that theme, proposing a "dawn of a doom of a dream" and so on. The ending imagery is of reversal still, and still violently destructive reversal.

I would argue that the poem is artful nonsense, a collection of loosely tied stanzas in which readers should focus on the cascade of images and the assonance and consonance.

Weirdly, this last thought seems to belie the destruction of the universe bitten in two, since the poem, draw by its meter and by the sound of the words, flows ever onwards, in an unbreakable stream to its conclusion.

Yay, poetry!