Love Songs(40)

Wood Song I heard a wood thrush in the dusk Twirl three notes and make a star

    - My heart that walked with bitterness Came back from very far. Three shining notes were all he had, And yet they made a starry call —— I caught life back against my breast And kissed it, scars and all. VII. Refuge From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free.

    For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.