ANY HISTORY

INVOLVING in an active knot The nimble members of our thought, Rigid we lean, our bodies straining To the lifting rhythms of the blood; With eyes, with lips, with hands, explaining This passion of the double rood. Though mind’s tall swaying organisms, Like pulsing flowers, twist head on head, As pricked with cruel antagonisms They spring out of a common bed, Be reconciled. Soon will be over The hot war, the heart’s loud argument: Calm lover then will lie with lover In snug and arrowy content, Yet long to feel the leaping thunder Of desire, the vesseled lightning burn, And grieve to hold a wild quick wonder Made familiar. Then we shall turn Tame faces to the wall to weep, And timidly, like children, sleep.