Classic Poem

How to win her
To put from my head
That she is morning
and evening
to me
That the wind has carried her fragrance
To wild flowers
high and hidden
That she is the cool dark doorway
of my temple
Yet I cannot go there until
I am dead
That she is nude
as a glass of water
and dances before me
Like a white feather blown
by the wind
That she lies before me
A long slender stretch of firm white sand
To put this from my head
To see her as a woman only
To win one night in her bed.