When everything finally has been wrecked and further
shipwrecked,
When their most ardent dream has been made hollow and
unrecognizable,
They will feel inside their limbs the missing shade of
blue that lingers
Against hills in the cooler hours before dark, and the
moss at the foot of the forest
When green starts to leave it. What they take into
their privacy (half of his embrace,
Her violence at play) are shadows of acts which have
no farewells in them.
Moons unearth them. And when, in their separate
dwellings, their bodies
Feel the next season come, they no longer have anyone
to whom
To tell it. Clouds of reverie pass outside the window
and a strange emptiness
Peers back in. If they love, it is solely to be
adored, it is to scatter and gather
Themselves like hard seeds in a field made fallow by a
fire someone years ago set.
In the quiet woods, from the highest trees, there is
always something
Weightless falling; and he, who must realize that
certain losses are irreparable,
Tells himself at night, before the darkest mirror,
that vision keeps him whole.
On the verge of warm and simple sleep they tell
themselves certain loves
Are like sheets of dark water, or ice forests, or
husks of ships. To stop a thing
Such as this would be to halve a sound that travels
out from a silent person’s
Thoughts. The imprint they make on each other’s bodies
is worth any pain
They may have caused. Quiet falls around them. And
when she reaches
For him the air greens like underwater light and the
well-waters drop.
They will see again the shadows of insects.
They will touch the bark and feel each age of the tree
fly undisturbed
Into them. If what is no longer present in them cannot
be restored,
It can at least be offered. Through long bewildered
dusks, stalks grow;
Rains fill and pass out of clouds; animals hover at
the edges of fields
With eyes like black pools. For nothing cannot be
transformed;
Pleasure and failure feed each other daily. Do not
think any breeze,
Any grain of light, shall be withheld. All the stars
will sail out for them.
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