VII

Go and bring the doctors
the inquisitors of hearts
to search my heart
and all my heart's petals

they will not find
where my girl kissed me
a last kiss only
the evening star saw it

and the star danced
on the waters
and the wasps came to drink
and their wings told the moon

and the moon sang it
all over the dark earth

IX

Thirteen policemen to unlove her
and seven solicitors
and nineteen clerks with them
to write down her confession

and I was passing by
and I said to them:
Even if your mind-scissors cut sharply still
you will not re-shape her spirit

for I have six and twenty pages
of wasp-words
to bind with green ribbons
and these will heal her of your inflictions

and if words are not enough
I will weave silks
away in the darkness
and from them sew up a little white dress

and if she is thirsty
I will take the red blood from my own heart