POETRY: A Magazine of Verse
She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
will commit that indiscretion.
ORTUS
How have I labored?
How have I not labored
To bring her soul to birth,
To give these elements a name and a centre!
She is beautiful as the sunlight, and as fluid.
She has no name, and no place.
How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation;
To give her a name and her being!
Surely you are bound and entwined,
You are mingled with the elements unborn;
I have loved a stream and a shadow.
I beseech you enter your life.
I beseech you learn to say "I"
When I question you:
For you are no part, but a whole;
No portion, but a being.
DANCE FIGURE
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee
Dark eyed,
o woman of my dreams,
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