To the Beloved, Who Knows Nothing
Campbell, Mary Baine
To the Beloved, Who Knows Nothing Alone, under the leafless beeches at twilight On the ancient heath, with my cigarette Made from trees and leaves and the birds As calmly frantic as I was and as...
...To the Beloved, Who Knows Nothing Alone, under the leafless beeches at twilight On the ancient heath, with my cigarette Made from trees and leaves and the birds As calmly frantic as I was and as moved By the hour (of food for them, for me Of wishing without need), I gave you up For the first time...
...May it always be twilight When I give you up, may I never give you up At noon, or afternoon, or simply because You are not mine to give...
...Mary Baine Campbell...
Vol. 130 • December 2003 • No. 21
