A naked branch awaits the spring when vernal vigour will awake the cuckoos calling on the wing. A naked branch awaits the spring like distant soundless whispering around the icy listening lake. A naked branch awaits the spring, when vernal vigour will awake.
I write this little triolette on the winter solstice last year.
(Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
—in the woods which stutter and
sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,