θεωρία i.

AOOUN

In the begining steppt barefoot upon

the green, & was but she a lass alone

& comely, gray, of silver was the lash

& gemmd w black like beads; & in a slush

of dew & grass went wayward, where she was

w wing enclosed who watchd when over us

he made his print, & when he did she watchd

& saw the mark whereon his hand had touchd

but softly, gentle as a swish of wind.
So on she went, in summer violind,

the distance shelterd with its shimmer, brown

bay umber music blent w cinnamon,

& wither went she it is written, dark

on white, eternal emblems of her mark.

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A Quintelle

In nineteen sixty-four, one summer's day,
I swam in darkness. Then I saw a light
that flickered faintly, dim, and far away.

I found the world was cold, and much too bright.
I wept, and mourned the loss of mother night.

When I Think of Leaving

I see you with our son
in the crook of your arm,

your stern sidelong gaze
that begs for nothing;

and the boy is waving,
his small pink palm

empty, his smile
saying hello.