Vii Stanzas

I What does it really matter? Like snow in its patter If it's to light for heavy weather If love melts away forever! II Motion a kiss At midnights asking! Wouldn't the moon reminisce? Her wane from the waxing... III In her magnetic—stubbiness Her wilfulness of innocence Ah, there's a cosmic pool of bliss..., Something only I'll reminisce! IV He spoke of an eternal calm He spoke of love and of hate He held me amidst his gentle palm A broken arrow—set, straight. V You require strong courage But you needn't those tears You cause wars in defence But you needn't those fears. VI A bird flowers in a stem That joy is for all gods men. A vine fruit lavishly divine Sowing wisdom in the sublime! VII A thousand living torsos Lick their limbless wounds. Such are desert dunes Egyptian cotton, sheets.