Fountain Rhythms
Forgetfully My fountains play Glass symphonies To arm my peace. Such tides efface Such tunes replace An older peace, My other days, Of you the day.
Rebelliously Resounding out Of mountains came Marvel: a shout: "I am the same."
Who is that singing Through my song?
Reluctantly Returns at last Memory, Monody. Wild with a lilt Fountains lack (They never burn), Love turns back, You return: "I waited long; I never changed."
Implacably Your unestranged Unrest came: A shout: "The same!" Out of the mountains Echoing.
How fragilely Now suddenly These arms of glass Grope, grope and miss, Rippling with doubt. Splashed by a shout, These futile fountains Cannot sing.