Have Patience To Wait

I did not Have patience to wait you Poet Seer of the wavering Clouds Self-joying in hidden pangs And secret loves The flower has not yet dried That you received In your bosom hid Exploding with the scent When it had nearly withered all Varves of geological time Exposing themselves and Their times: You, Poet Seer Erect Too Expose your Soul, your Inner Soul trembling in your Hands, vibrating. Time is come. Nay does not a time come For everything even The most miserable? The cycle of the Earth and The cycle of life move Hand in hand not Out of love but of Necessity. They move. They move. They move hand in hand, Perforce. The wanton cemeteries Glut themselves slow and Pitiless.