109 You were the pause between the words of all your lovers -- The syllable omitted blindly in your name. You were the promise of your image -- you were hiding -- The lisp of your own voice, the shadow of your face. Your silent seed fell down onto my tongue in autumn, It slowly grew inside of me to speak -- I tuned my height of pitch to your low voice, I modeled From my own flesh, your eyes and tongue and ears. I feel now with one touch all parts of your new body. Just with one sound, I hear all words of your New voice. With only one long-longing glance I'm watching Your newborn eyes in all their days of glow.


Confined Verse
Collected Poems