Rhythms of Love
1
Woman, reviling term
Of Man unto the female germ,
And Man, reproach of Woman
In this colloquy,
Have grown so contrary
That to have love
We must combine chastely next
Among the languages
Where calling is obscene
And words no more than mean.
2
" Yes!" to you is in the same breath
" No! No!" to Death.
And your " Yes! Yes!" to me
Is " No!" to Death once angrily.
The Universe, leaning from a balcony,
Says: " Death comes home to me
Covered with glory, when with such love."
But such love turns into another stair.
Death and the Universe are an earlier pair.
3
Dark image of my mind,
Shadow of my heart,
Second footfall and third
Partner of my doubleness
And fourth of this —
Love stops me short of counting to the end
Where numbers fail and fall to two,
Then one, then nothing, then you.
4
Our months astonish, as meals come round.
So late! so soon!
We cry waterily like a pair of pigeons
Exclaiming whenever nothing happens
But commotion inwardly irises their bosoms.
And little more we know.
Our mouths open wide, our breath comes quick,
We gape like the first ones
And look to magic.
5
In these embraces glamour
Comes early and is an early go-er.
After we have fictitiousness
Of our excess
All will be as before.
We shall say: Love is no more
Than waking, smiling,
Forcing out " good morning",
And were it more it were
Fictitiousness and loving.
6
You bring me messages
From days and years
In your time-clouded eyes
And I reply to these
And we know nothing of each other
But a habit, and this is ancient.
How we approach is hidden in a dream.
We close our eyes, we clutch at bodies,
We rise at dream's length from each other
And love mysteriously and coldly
Strangers we seem to love by memory.
7
A brick and mortar motley,
A heart and mind confusion,
Built this Academy
And this Instruction.
We wag to bells
And wear the cap too high,
The gothic Axiom of Joy.
We know which jingling spells
Which understanding, but jingling
Is all our understanding.
Like dunces we still shall kiss
When graduated from love-making.
Woman, reviling term
Of Man unto the female germ,
And Man, reproach of Woman
In this colloquy,
Have grown so contrary
That to have love
We must combine chastely next
Among the languages
Where calling is obscene
And words no more than mean.
2
" Yes!" to you is in the same breath
" No! No!" to Death.
And your " Yes! Yes!" to me
Is " No!" to Death once angrily.
The Universe, leaning from a balcony,
Says: " Death comes home to me
Covered with glory, when with such love."
But such love turns into another stair.
Death and the Universe are an earlier pair.
3
Dark image of my mind,
Shadow of my heart,
Second footfall and third
Partner of my doubleness
And fourth of this —
Love stops me short of counting to the end
Where numbers fail and fall to two,
Then one, then nothing, then you.
4
Our months astonish, as meals come round.
So late! so soon!
We cry waterily like a pair of pigeons
Exclaiming whenever nothing happens
But commotion inwardly irises their bosoms.
And little more we know.
Our mouths open wide, our breath comes quick,
We gape like the first ones
And look to magic.
5
In these embraces glamour
Comes early and is an early go-er.
After we have fictitiousness
Of our excess
All will be as before.
We shall say: Love is no more
Than waking, smiling,
Forcing out " good morning",
And were it more it were
Fictitiousness and loving.
6
You bring me messages
From days and years
In your time-clouded eyes
And I reply to these
And we know nothing of each other
But a habit, and this is ancient.
How we approach is hidden in a dream.
We close our eyes, we clutch at bodies,
We rise at dream's length from each other
And love mysteriously and coldly
Strangers we seem to love by memory.
7
A brick and mortar motley,
A heart and mind confusion,
Built this Academy
And this Instruction.
We wag to bells
And wear the cap too high,
The gothic Axiom of Joy.
We know which jingling spells
Which understanding, but jingling
Is all our understanding.
Like dunces we still shall kiss
When graduated from love-making.
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