marriage poem

grieve not for the invisible
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
the ancient songs
i am singing to you
the poets tell
under dusky laurel leaf
among the mountains i wandered
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i said, i have shut my heart
lived by the river-side
brief on a flying night
simplicity
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
there is no flock, however watched and tended