bright and far and how
can I ever fit inside what you
are and say and do
You have all the grace of physics
a marble on a wooden plane
the longest arching curve
Gallileo weeps that you followed him
that he came before a voice
silenced in the streets of Florence
(may its windows never bloom)
In all the world you move
most like itself
A thing not written nor seen
a song unhummed.
You are where the sun goes when it sets
the sea's first love and the night's firstborn son
Echo's eldest sister died for wanting you
it is her sorrow-love the wind sings
and in the spring all the earth's affection
grows brilliantly gowned for your eye
Everything is still when you come
Everything dark when you leave
In all the world there is you
only you for me.
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