Window speaks to window as shade to shadow
Thus, 'Our blinds are drawn and our summer selves dead,
Elsewhere windows twinkle their lights abroad
Long after sundown.
'Is it all too true what we wished for fondly,
This the very thing that we thought we wanted?
There is no way out, what we prayed is granted
Suddenly full grown.
'Shelter have we none, hence our broken shutters,
Tempests blow like kisses through empty spaces,
Weeping North West winds to their salt embraces
Beg us to open,
'So the days are equal that soon will shorten
To the equal nights, and the nights grow longer,
Venus' waiting room and the willing stranger,
What should we hope then?'
'Open wide your arms wherein darkness lightens,
o
your eyes alone may distract these shadows,
There is no respite from the talking shadows
Save in your silence.'
Somewhere winter forms, be it Spring or Autumn,
Through the long cold stop, through the frozen meanwhile
There is no escape for the young but exile
Cunning and silence.
Daryl
Hine
