Electrical Content Poem by Abraham Sutzkever

Stars storm and startle —
Flood of electrical flows
Into granite cisterns —
Through the dark a castle glows.

Black caves breathing gold —
No one will gather it fresh.
Someone anoints with blue oil
A thought seeking flesh.

Do not touch the grass, the leaves.
Lightning in each speck of dirt.
Swim away in silent ether
To a second heart, a third.

Birds hover. Strangely falling
Into an abyss of mood.
And the white goddess Luna
Dances naked in the wood.