to my child
how many rivers, how many earths have fused to make you flesh— deep-petalled eyes dew-closed as poppied hills of cathay; …
how many rivers, how many earths have fused to make you flesh— deep-petalled eyes dew-closed as poppied hills of cathay; …
Morning breaks and shattersFalls down around my eyesAnd stabs my darknessWith colored shards of awe Azure satin sky enfolds meAs …