Where river slides through spreading thighs of soil
Whose maidenhead is captured by the worm,
Where summer air wins free from tension's coil
As lightning darts to deepest womb of storm
Its thrust of terror and of beauty home,
I look around me and my senses reel
To see the universe outside become
A mirror of the passion that I feel.
Where jetting fountains into basins run,
Where mountains thrust hard heads through yielding cloud,
Where Lombard poplars straighten in the sun,
Where grass springs phallic from the fleshly shroud
And stubborn root rapes bone till bone is gone,
The world grows crystal clear in terms of form
As micro-macrocosmic shapes make one
Recurring symbol of the mated norm.
And there stream, worm, air, tree, mount, grass, and root
Am I; you are all complements to these;
And each relation, articulate or mute,
Is ours; and should death end our entities
These cells in other forms will dance the same;
Whether in galaxies or the mind's rooms
In unity unfolds the endless game
Of egg-and-dart all energy assumes.