Said the sun to the moon,
You cannot stay.
In my first sleep
I came to the river
And looked down
Through the clear water -
Yours is the face that the earth turns to me,
Continuous beyond its human features lie
The mountain forms that rest against the sky.
With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun's light
Wanting to know all
I overlooked each particle
Containing the whole
Now he is dead
How should I know
My true love's arms
From wind and snow?
I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare
Winters before I was born of song and story,
Of spell or speech with power of oracle or invocation,
Reaching down arm-deep into bright water
I gathered on white sand under waves
Shells, drifted up on beaches where I alone
Inhabit a finite world of years and days.
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find there?
God in me is the fury on the bare heath
God in me shakes the interior kingdom of my heaven.
God in me is the fire wherein I burn.
Where is the seed
Of the tree felled,
Of the forest burned,
Or living root