my lover’s face
disturbs the light
his cheek is dark
his eyes are bright

outside, a sparrow
leaves the tree
his passage casts
a shade on me

so all things pass
from place to place
and, passing, cast
a shaft of grace

that serves to make
their passing good;
thus all of space
is understood.


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