christian poem

i said, i have shut my heart
the swan existing
love has been sung a thousand ways
my mother taught me that every night
out of the sparkling sea
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
in the cloud-gray mornings
where shall i find you
from floor to ceiling
give me hunger
she might have known it in the earlier spring
what do i owe to you
some of the hurts you have cured
out of the deep and the dark