Come quickly here where the sun is leaving me, Beloved,
for it is time
to
light the lovely candles again!
*
For a moment did beauty pass over my face?
I did not have to reach for
your
beauty.
Radiant, it entirely flowd out and thru me.
Were you talking? Were we discoursing
upon the mercurial Hermes?
The mysteries of quick-silver and the
alchemical gold,
the transports of beauty, dissolve themselves
and are nothing,
are resolved again, everything,
a wave of my own seeing you
in the rapture of this reading.
What were you saying?
An arrow from the shining covert of your gaze
pierced me. Molten informations of gold
flood into my heart,
arteries and veins, my blood
racing throughout with this news,
pulses in a thousand chemical
new centers of this learning.
*
How long ago I would have been the target!
every line of my young body alert
to
be drawn into your sight!
all of my youth was meant to be your target!
Now so late that my body
darkens and the gossip of years
goes on loosening the ties of
