To Her Body, Against Time
Long over, what's on the tree shivers. Sky hides behind white-faced, giving flesh to branch, a red leaf or yellow far enough away, what Broch called ''the style of old age," simplified of images, lean in the perfection of the bough, naked & half-undone. Clouds break, rain against a hidden sun, the form plain
From Red Actions: Selected Poems 1960-1993. Copyright © 1995 by Robert Kelly. Used by permission of the author.