The Lady of the Sea

Alone they cross the holiness of the seasons

When the pick of the sun breaks the neck of the fog.

The dawn will mount the hump of the mountain

Between them mumbles the gleam irrationally.

O you the sea

Your eyes are two beads of a mercury

And your smell is sticky

Follows the seasons

Do major

With all its fragrance

You motion in my ears

Then I flow

Allays are like revival before the dryness.

It’s the hour of the delivers

You hum for the crossing

For I dance my body

By shaking hands

And two crutches

Till the birds peep in the morning