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.
The morning came like primroses
And pressed in through the slats
To the dim corner where He made
A rosy pallor in the straw.
I loosed the linen from my breasts
That took the light like ivory,
And pushed the door a little way
Open, and looked at him again.
Wind rising in the alleys
My spirit lifts in you like a banner
Streaming free of hot walls.
You are full of unspent dreams . . .
You are laden with beginnings . . .
Come forth, you workers!
Let the fires go cold—
Let the iron spill out, out of the troughs—
Let the iron run wild
Like a red bramble on the floors—
Leave the mill and the foundry and the mine
And the shrapnel lying on the wharves—
Leave the desk and the shuttle and the loom—