Poem To The Earth I have no words to charm you, the earth; my voice is not perfumed of clay. And to love you I must drink your gentle water, drink or drown in it, though I, with wounds to which we are born, would crush this day of sorrow between our thighs. Like a woman unrelenting in desire, your breath becomes a fleshy rose; and all eyes of the world at once, all eyes and my lonely desire, behold your branches for the very first time. I reach to touch that faraway place, where you drink my secrets dry, and every word I speak makes love to you. (from the book 'Echosystem') |
