The stars will come out over and over the hyacinths rise like flames from the windswept turf down the middle of upper Broadway where the desolate take the sun the days will run together and stream into years as the rivers freeze and burn and I ask myself and you, which of our visions will claim us which will we claim how will we go on living how will we touch, what will we know what will we say to each other.
I walk to an eastern window, pull up the blinds: the city around us is still on a clear October morning wrapped in her indestructible light. We have been together so many nights and days this day is not unusual. A clear voice sends new colours to the mountains of night, my breast is fruit bitten I love you wind, light. In its fine spectral mist our hair is grey as the sea someone who saw us far-off would say we were two old women Norns, perhaps, or sisters of the spray but our breasts are beginning to sing together your eyes are on my mouth I wake early in the morning in a bed we have shared for years lie watching your innocent, sacred sleep as if for the first time. The dream of a common language : poems 1974-1977 Bookreader Item Preview remove-circle Internet Archives in-browser bookreader 'theater' requires JavaScript to be enabled. I love you rain I kiss you moon you hold me sun we sleep stars all seasons are in us and tonight we part in bright snow slowly, little cloud, grace without shadow, red mouth which bites sweeter than apples.
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