REGARD OF TANGENTS
Reading edition
THE flesh has knowledge of the flesh. Lean hip and deep familiar breast Encounter opposites. Melodiously Beats (O beats!) the bringing bird of wish. So has the adult thirsty bread Been dipped in song: still is a thirst Intrinsic in the body’s briefest crumb, As shapes of thought go snuggling to a bed Where double joy may singly lie, Or once might probably have lain. For love is coming or is passing by, And none may look upon her features plain. How shall these tarry, how shall these meet, When he must remember and she forget? Her baby-heart is running down a street Already ended, his to a place not yet.