(hands of girls, of yore and now),
you lying on the garden table, perhaps from edge to edge,
weary and gently injured,
you lying on the garden table, perhaps from edge to edge,
weary and gently injured,
waiting for the water that will once more restore you
from commencing death—now
gathered between the streaming poles
of their feeling fingers, wanting to do
from commencing death—now
gathered between the streaming poles
of their feeling fingers, wanting to do
more than possible, as you foresaw, still easy for them,
as you recover in the jug,
cooling slowly in girl warmth—like confessions
from you given, like dark, tired sins,
as you recover in the jug,
cooling slowly in girl warmth—like confessions
from you given, like dark, tired sins,
which the plucking started—as a sign
again to them, that you are bound to bloom.
again to them, that you are bound to bloom.
Flowers
arranging hands once more restore you still easy for them given to them
Touched
hands of girls
commencing death feeling fingers in the jug as a sign again
Lying
streaming as you foresaw cooling slowly from you started |
Of yore
and now tired from girl warmth dark that you are wanting possible as you recover like confessions tired sins
Garden table
edge to edge water gathered more plucking bound to bloom
Sonnets to Orpheus, Series 2, Sonnet 7
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