1.
“It was then
in the clear morning,
our young voices finding
first sounds of joy,
first sounds of grief —”
“. . . your hand holding mine
we walked together in the garden,
innocent but knew it not —”
“. . . we heard terror and delight,
your hand in my hand was afraid.
I tried to learn
new innocence
in your eyes,
but they became
frightened
of mine —”
“. . . and in the wide
cool wave of the shade
I learned new joy
alas that
leads the footstep astray— ”
2.
Into a cloud walking
into the sun
forgive me that we become one.
Forgive the love I cherish,
forgive the things that perish
along the way.
Slowly goes the holy
into the unholy .
Into a cloud walking
into the sun
together sharing the secret union
we become one.
And slowly the unholy
becomes holy .
Now no more hide new eyes
come together from paradise
in the high middle noon
of this life.
[ . . . ]
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