Electricity
Out of fiery contacts . . .
Rushing auras of steel
Touching and whirled apart . . .
Out of the charged phallases
Of iron leaping
Female and male,
Complete, indivisible, one,
Fused into light.
I remember
The crackle of the palm trees
Over the mooned white roofs of the town…
The shining town…
And the tender fumbling of the surf
On the sulphur-yellow beaches
As we sat…a little apart…in the close-pressing night.
Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.
Long vast shapes ... cooled and flushed through with darkness ... Lidless windows Glazed with a flashy luster From some little pert café chirping up like a sparrow. And down among iron guts Piled silver Throwing gray spatter of light ... pale without heat ... Like the pallor of dead bodies.