poetry contest

i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
truely
the pale day drowses on the western steep
a very remarkable history this is
i made a vow once, one only
sleep, gray brother of death
she limps with halting painful pace
birds against the april wind
for these white arms about my neck
why so sad my lovely one?
along a river-side
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
the body may confine