wedding poetry

do not grieve that it is over
why so sad my lovely one?
which i wish to remark
tell me less or tell me more
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
stir
lived by the river-side
daughter, thou art come to die
i make my shroud, but no one knows
just as my fingers on these keys
let us pity those who are better off than we are
are you awake?
the sun is up