Before March

THE gull's image and the gull Meet upon the water All day I have thought of her There is nothing left of that year (There is sere-grass Salt colored) We have annulled it with Salt We have galled it clean to the clay with that one autumn The hedge-rows keep the rubbish and the leaves There is nothing left of that year in our lives but the leaves of it As though it had not been at all As though the love the love and the life altered Even ourselves are as strangers in these thoughts Why should I weep for this? What have I brought her? Of sorrow of sorrow of sorrow her heart full The gull Meets with his image on the winter water.