Felicity in the air
Carven of petals, living clearly
On pure light, precarious dew.
This is the scheme of the rose
And singing morning
Crystal over white pebbles in the pool.
You who remember,
Know that the mind grows as foam upon flat waters
Harrowed by steel and wind;
And walk at dusk in tenantless places
Hearing the hesitations of fallen leaves;
Enter the misty spaces drained of summer,
Violet and gold of the dying autumn,
Cloaks of sunset light spilt dreaming in darkness
Over the trunks of trees.
You will not fear the winter,
Dimensions in the sky will not oppress you,
Sorrow, nor sequences of days.
If you will,
Take up this other loveliness:
Pale women opulently gowned
Walk slowly in the gardens,
In the autumnal forest,
In the evening air.
Leave a Reply