The City Takes A Woman
"Twilights that are deathless
I walk in my garden,
Knowing that I die.
The great Iron idols
Are dark and breathless,
And stand a little higher
When I walk straight by.
Flowers of cold light
Come out in their crowns,
Nodding to me, smiling,
Far across the sky-
Broad fields of poppies,
Purple, red, white,
Blazing on steel vines
Where marble birds cry
Terribly at night.
Twilights that are deathless,
With a body that dies,
I walk in my garden
Higher than the sun.
Beautiful flowers there:
I pick none."
