3.19.2022

a fire in a dry thicket Rising within women's eyes

Men loved wholly beyond wisdom 
Have the staff without the banner. 
Like a fire in a dry thicket 
Rising within women's eyes 
Is the love men must return. 
Heart, so subtle now, and trembling, 
What a marvel to be wise, 
To love never in this manner! 
To be quiet in the fern 
Like a thing gone dead and still, 
Listening to the prisoned cricket 
Shake its terrible, dissembling 
Music in the granite hill. 
 

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