I came upon a silent spot.
The road was hedged; the trees behind were high.
The sun winked once, then left the catatonic sky,
And roses came from Hades with their wounds,
And mouths were dry.
I wetted mine, I cried
Between the battled boughs and leaf-inserried trees,
But all I heard were echoes,
Echoes, echoes, these, and then I saw
A vision in that silent spot.
I knew I saw a warrior-girl.
Her hair was dark, her eyes were fire
Carved out of furious indignation and desire.
I stared. I hardly knew the place
So wild and furious was I to pursue that face!
“You fool!” she shouted.
In the shivering acres, vines
Were falling, knotting, falling.
She had gone! “I’ll get
Revenge!” I shouted; “I will not forget.”
I’m still here now (so many months go by).
The violets bloom.
I bend across their pools. I watch
My face. It faces me.
I contemplate no chase.
(from a collection of poems called “The Light Of Day” to be published towards the end of this year)