NOW that a crimson rambler
    begins to crawl over the house
    of our two lives-

Now that a red curve
    winds across the shingles-

Now that hands
    washed in early sunrises
    climb and spill scarlet
    on a white lattice weave-

Now that a loop of blood
    is written on our roof
    and reaching around a chimney-

How are the two lives of this house
    to keep strong hands and strong hearts?