Text of the Poem

(Poetry for Students)

But perhaps God needs the longing, wherever else
should it dwell,
Which with kisses and tears and sighs fills
mysterious spaces of air—
And perhaps is invisible soil from which roots of
stars grow and swell—
And the radiant voice across fields of parting
which calls to reunion there?
O my beloved, perhaps in the sky of longing 5
worlds have been born of our love—
Just as our breathing, in and out, builds a cradle for
life and death?
We are grains of sand, dark with farewell, lost in
births’ secret treasure trove
Around us already perhaps future moons, suns and
stars blaze in a fiery wreath.