Francesca

Poems 1908 - 1911

You came in out of the nightAnd there were flowers in your hand,Now you will come out of a confusion of people,Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal thingsWas angry when they spoke your nameIN ordinary places.I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,So that I might find you again,Alone.

“Francesca” Poems 1908-1911