INVASIONS
Reading edition
WE two. And so? But if the bell should pounce On us, our shadows beating on the wall; But if commotion shake the dark, announce (Floating up the staircase to the hall) Some body staring at the door—no any word, No any not at all, eliminates that Third. We are not here: not all of us is here. Men carry in the streets, forgotten quite, Kept parcels of our lives ... a day, a year. The mirrors of my honest love are bright And steal your attitudes. Your flowing name is signed And countersigned. I wrap you in green folds of mind. Smiling and smiling, when the crumpled hand Of your farewell will linger in the air, Death like a photograph will, taken, stand In hallways of my heart, on every stair. (Shadows and bells.) Death in your image, entering me, Will drag my clinging spirit out, lovingly.