For Eurydice
When you slipped back, that day,
from grasping light, that clings or tries
Did you roll from the body
(a constant falling away)
Or did the eye
statue you;
Your hell an unending corpus.
And they, still
Spin syllables out of silence,
the very abyss of the ‘ah’
Though blue on blue
orchid on orchid
You cannot give
without the double that removes.
And our eyes, we hold, immortal
to catch the bloom
The slipping wisp of woman;
(while she
lies
below
in negated stone).
When you slipped back, that day,
from grasping light, that clings or tries
Did you roll from the body
(a constant falling away)
Or did the eye
statue you;
Your hell an unending corpus.
And they, still
Spin syllables out of silence,
the very abyss of the ‘ah’
Though blue on blue
orchid on orchid
You cannot give
without the double that removes.
And our eyes, we hold, immortal
to catch the bloom
The slipping wisp of woman;
(while she
lies
below
in negated stone).