Monday, April 30, 2007

Sonnet LIII

Here are the bread--the wine--the table--the house:
a man's needs, and a woman's, and a life's.
Peace whirled through and settled in this place:
the common fire burned, to make this light.

Hail to your two hands, which fly and make
their white creations, the singing and the food:
salve! the wholesomeness of your busy feet;
viva! the ballerina who dances with the broom.

Those rugged rivers of water and of threat,
tortuous pavilions of the foam,
incendiary hives and reefs: today

they are this respite, your blood in mine,
this path, starry and blue as the night,
this never-ending simple tenderness.

Rosa "Constance Spry," which introduced the myrrh fragrance to the breeding of the English Roses, growing around an oil jar in the late afternoon sunshine.

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