I know what my heart is like
Since your love died
The way the world is not
astonished at you
it doesn’t blink a leaf
when we step from the house
…the Sea and all her ships
are women you are too certain of —
who would not marry you for love.
For you, I dissolve a handful of
Burnt hair in the glass.
So you will not eat, not sing,
Not drink, not sleep.
Ah, little archer, so you thought
to hide from me there
in Zenophila’s eyes!
When you, that at this moment are to me
Dearer than words on paper, shall depart,
And be no more the warder of my heart…
And suddenly I wonder exactly how many times this had to happen
for both of us to be exactly here, exactly now.
…always the sun failed again
for the evening, and the short grass fell dull
in the shadows, out of the slant-light.
Remember? It was late in the afternoon,
we walked a while along these limestone cliffs,
under the silver ghosts of eucalyptus trees.
I was swimming with you in a river
that was both rushing and still.
I weep easily and often
now for the world.