Softening the marbles, day
Is dawning, which two elms vein.
Presently, slow as crochet,
White veils grow across the scene.
Now that my life has lost its way
I watch for it, through a cold pane
Out past all this eloquence
Inside: look, gesture, flowing raiment
Done in porphyry or jasper whence
One white arm, for a long moment
Raised to strike, relents
(Not to spoil one’s enjoyment)
Already have an account? Log in
Join KR for even more to read.
Sign up for a free account and read any five pieces a month.
Previous
Next