Sometimes The Skys Too Bright

Sometimes the sky's too bright,

Or has too many clouds or birds,

And far away's too sharp a

To nourish thinking of him.

Why is my hand too

To cut in front of

My horrid images for me,

Of over-fruitful smiles,

The weightless touching of the lipI wish to knowI cannot lift, but can,

The creature with the angel's

Who tells me hurt,

And sees my body

Down into misery?

No stopping.

Put the

Where tears have come to dry.

The angel's hurt is left;

His telling burns.

Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,

Or too much blood;

I tear her breast,

And see the blood is mine,

Flowing from her, but mine,

And then I

Perhaps the sky's too bright;

And watch my hand,

But do not follow it,

And feel the pain it gives,

But do not ache.