A blazing star regent in the southern hemisphere
shines in my thought in the north
and I go forth to find rumors of him .
I am like a line cast out
into a melodic unfolding beyond itself,
a mind hovering ecstatic
above a mouth in which the heart rises
pouring itself into liquid and fiery speech
for the sake of a rime not yet arrived
containing again and again resonant arrivals.
Fomalhaut, guardian splendor of the other "sky" –
in reflection my mind is crowded with splendors.
*
Are you my soul? my lover? my redeemer?
o
no ! My soul rushes forward
to
you!
And in the rushing is entirely given me anew .
*
The veil of speech I meant to be so frail I
meant to be transparent that the light
were you to read there would reveal me
throughout waiting, throughout about
to
be naked ,
throughout trembling has become a net
wrapping you round about in my words
until I cannot see you.
Now I would tear speech away .
I want you to find me out
with none of my leads in the way.
I want you to seek my being ready
in YOut own way .
*
Because He was there where deep drunk I
yet rememberd him-
because He was ever in the lure of the moment
awaiting me-
