love poem quote

the air is like a butterfly
passing through huddled and ugly walls
look out upon the stars, my love
her face is fair and smooth and fine
above them all, looking down
up from the south at break of day
perhaps
noises that strive to tear
in the dark and peace of my final bed
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
all down the years
to be able to see every side of every question