The Guarded Wound
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!
This poem is in the public domain.
Guardian of the Treasure of Solomon
And Keeper of the Prophet’s Armour
A vapour that
The wind dispels and but
As dust before the wind am I
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.