romantic poetry

if i had known how narrow a prison is love
over the river, on the hill
above them all, looking down
i have had one fear in my life
i never knew the earth had so much gold
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
in all things not spoken of
are you alive?
not from the whole wide world
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
and still they walked on
noises that strive to tear
last midnight
the little white prayers