Body of a Woman
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasantís body digs in you
and makes a son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds flew from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk!
Oh the goblets of the breasts! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.