—on Carlos Schwabe’s Cloches du soir (Evening bells, 1891)
the women with wings
burn a fire on the fourth
of each month—
(just over the hill)
a smoldering haze
a smothering haze
mist meant to tinge sight
the tower of silver
can be seen—
(just over the hill)
their wings:
milk white and
erect and
honed
the women:
breathe a
chorus and
summon
each word whispered feeds flame:
field of fruit,
seeds of sorrow
give us a promise of tomorrow
fiend of fruit,
see our sorrow
give us the promise of tomorrows
give us give us give us
give us give us give us
give us give us give us
the women with wings
burn a fire on the fourth
of each month—
(there) (above)
it is a suffocating haze
yes
the women with wings
yes
(there)
want
more
monument of stone
field of fruit,
women in a circle
seeds of sorrow
aureate robes
give us a promise of tomorrow
flailing in the wind
fiend of fruit,
skies flushed
see our sorrow
women in a procession
give us the promise of tomorrows
upturned
give us
palms
give us
wanting
give us
yes
there—
milk white
yes
erect
yes
honed
yes
a chorus
yes
a fire
yes
smoke
yes
song
yes
yes
yes
give us
more
i
see
them
sum
mon
ing
i
see
them
want
ing
yes
give
yes
me
yes
i
am
her
e
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