I HAVE known words as swift shod as the wind That hurries with her scarfs across June lanes. I have known words like shattered mist-white rains, And words like organ music that has thinned To velvet echoes. Once I heard queer words With eerie, flaming feet upon sea foam. Have you known smoky silver break and roam Along sky balustrades as wind-blown birds? This is like lovers' words, soft as star-drift, Indefinite, chaotic, beautiful. . . There are the words that blend the Now and Then And bravely with their shadowing still lift A purple sail to dawn, a spun glass hull, Words said with quiet thanks before "Amen." |