Classic Poem

Sun, with a million eyes: spyer of every window toward the east.
Sun, that scorches our faces.
Sun: light and fire …

The flame you jet begets life:
All has risen from sun-fire …

I too was sun-fire …

The sun is in me: I jet him forth into a new generation: into speech, love, labor.

The sun rises and sets, and then arises again.
I rise and set, and my child rises again.

Thy fires in a woman and in a man draw one to the other:
In thy radiance we behold each other,
Or when the moon snatches handfuls of thy glory across the night
And spills thy stolen beams upon the city,
There do we see but wanly one another.