Silence, like Gold cooked
Hands. Vast, grey,near as all that is
Sisterly-Shape:
All the Names, all the with-Burnt
Names.
So
Ash to be blessed.
So
Land gainedabovethe light, so
Soul-Rings. Vast.
Grey.
Clinker-less.
You, then.
You with the palebitten-out bud,
You in the Wine-Flood. (Did it not dischargeus too, this Hour?
Good,
Good, that your Word died away here.)Silence, like Gold cooked, incharred,
Hands.
Fingers, smoke-thin.
Like Crowns,
Air-Crownsaround – – Vast.
Grey.
Track-less.
Queen-like.
