Sunday, October 10, 2010

I have found what you are like
the rain,
(who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep.

Wields easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

The air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
new fragile yellows which
in the woods shutter and sing

and the coolness of your smile is stirring
of birds between my arms; but I should
rather than anything have ( almost when
hugeness will shut quietly)
your kiss.

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