Holding hands and hardly hearing sudden footstep, thud
Love that lay too deep for kissing--"Where is Wendy?
Love so pure it had to end,
Love so strong that I was frighten'd when you gripped my
fingers tight and
Hugging, whispered "I'm your friend."
Good-bye Wendy! Send the fairies, pinewood elf and larch
Spingle-spangled stars are peeping at the lush Lagonda
Down the winding ways of tarmac to the leaded lights of home.
There, among the silver birches, all the bells of all the
Sounded in the bath-waste running out into the frosty air.
Wendy speeded my undressing, Wendy is the sheet's
Wendy bending gives a blessing,
Holds me as I drift to dreamland, safe inside my slumberwear.
(to Edith Sitwell)
Homage to change that scatters the poppy seed
Not for oblivion but like a bright bead
To freshen green corn. Cherish the gillyflower,
Rich topaz or tawny velvet-dropped in shower,
The dewlapped strawberry rolling its sleepy head.
From this graying sphere leap hart-like as flame freed
From inert coal, glow airily with the speed
Of a fritillary circling with its wooer.
Homage to change!