From "Valentines and Other Tragedies"
May Soon In the month of honeysuckle blossoms Dark clouds upended and colliding Dissipate quickly and are gone just as soon. The yellow buds drop their petals into a warmer wind And I breathe easy. Last night I dreamed of weddings And maps Made of jade and turquoise Laid down my back, A new color brought from the East, Telling me to visit there next; Surrounded by the souls of Brahman Who spoke in unison – Their lullaby chorus Caressed to make a soft balm Around my neck, Shiny chains of the talking elephants Who sleep next to you as sentinels Then carry wherever you wish. Waking, I meant to tell you It was a true dream. |