poems

with her hair flaying wildly
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
but i cannot read you now
within my hand i hold
dark-eyed
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
could we but know
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
i walk down the garden paths
the body may confine
as a white candle
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
let me move slowly through the street