You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
I looked in, saw you washing your hair,
Kneeling, turning head side to side
To catch the shower jets...
All the fine fire sun sends down.
The leaving green, the heaving sea, the air
Cool as a dream of snow in Africa...
