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Wedding Day

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Now flow the golden waters of the sun
Back to their northern limits.
This is the night,
The terminus of seasons,
In which that ancient tide,
The life stream of the world,
Turns in its yearly path
And melts the scales of ice
And primitive defences
Of the armadillo winter.
In this long night,
The darkest of the year,
You come to be my sun,
My moon,
My very source of fire.
Our meeting was, with paths of moons
And orbits of the stars,
Before all time determined.

There is a springtime in all seasons
Which is the progeny of love.
This is the season which you bring to me,
Filling my nights with dew
And days with flowers.

 

For Judy, 23 December 1967

Silver

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I woke in the night with the full moon still spreading
Her basket of linen on hedgerow and field.
The mistletoe light which the full moon was shedding
A duo of lovers below me revealed.
So youthful their joy in the silver night shining,
So lasting a love in their hearts they concealed.

Oh, who were the lovers in moonlight entwining,
And where are they now in the fullness of years?
To which far-off lands did their life-vessel bear them,
How high were their hopes and how many their fears?
Across the dark storm clouds the white geese are homing,
Across the wide ocean of raptures and tears.

The full moon descending now shines through the window
And falls on the bed where my love lies asleep
Its rays on the pillow her features defining,
As I, in the shadows, the night watches keep.
Oh, we are those lovers bound tightly by moonlight
Through years of pure silver, in harmony deep.

South

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Above the house, against the winter skies,
Bound for the South, alone the heron flies.
In every breathing hour, in all I do,
So fly my thoughts, to seek their South in you.

For Judy in Argentina, 3.12.92
(A grey heron flew over the house today!)