be unto love as rain is unto colour;create
me gradually(or as these emerging now
hills invent the air)
                             breathe simply my each how
my trembling where my invisble when.             Wait

if i am not heart,because at least i beat
--always think i am gone like the sun which must go
sometimes,to make an earth gladly seem firm for you:
remember(as those pearls more than surround this throat)
i wear your dearest fears beyond their ceaselessness

(nor has a syllable of the heart's eager dim
enormous language loss or gain from blame or praise)
but many a thought shall die which was not born of dream
while wings welcome the year and trees dance(and i guess

though wish and world go down,one poem yet shall swim