She in Summer

As if she in a broken sunlight lay Where windy leaves patterned above her head The shape of summer centered in the day,

As if she lay, and in the grasses stood Outstretched the summer's kingdom of desire, Blond map of openness and multitude

Choosing her as she chose the weighted air To round her in the reach of summer's bed. Then, when she turned to rest more strongly there,

As if she felt (and feeling, cried aloud, There in the amorous grasses where she lay), A king ride naked in her dappled blood.