Love Poem
surcease surcease
the cloud's edge a crack in the sun's face
surcease surcease
the church tower dead east in the mornings
brown hair tied with a black felt ribbon a building with the windows gone men throwing boards from a truck
as thus from the mind's light as I lay insane with love of you the spider descended on a thread again to bind me into death
Hugh Seidman
SourceLicence:Public domain (US, no notice)