Nature, feel my mortal wrath:

Nature, feel my mortal wrath:

you take away the spring

with this crisp frost

and even that i can allow

and i was willing when

you took my hands in your

cold cold piecing wind

to make them burn

with stiffness and shivers

i even said "alright"

when you poured rain over

the grassy plains

that i love

and turned them into

your own swamp

unfitting for any man

to love

but now you have taken

my love's body away

in womanly dreams

and i am left

without her touch

so Nature, feel my mortal wrath:

for this man

without his love

is beyond mortal

in vain

under god's tiny flames

under god's tiny flames

of night

my love beckons hers

from the winter

this tender

dr

ip


pi

ng

kiss

falls
upon the frigid earth
and
sinks
farther
down

until greenness
gr
ow
s
through the grass

in the warmth
of spring
that
mel
t
s
all things

like my love does me

this holy rain came prickling my skin

this holy rain came prickling my skin
(the heat was too much to bear,
but the thick rain seized me
and i kept thrusting myself
into Nature) and i left dripping.

in ourhouse there will be but love:

in ourhouse there will be but love:
pale small fingers pluck strings
and press upon keys while above
the stairs we write grateful things;

our bed remains crisply made
until after the other beds are full-
our books rest beside our shades
as within our sheets we push and pull;

through the window the sun looks
our eyes, we awake and awake the small
to another day full of strings and books
as we take the day and kiss it all.

now in ourhouse we kiss the floors and beams
until our house is built outside our dreams