Painters

    In the cave with a long-ago flare

    a woman stands， her arms up. Red twig， black twig， brown twig.

    A wall of leaping darkness over her.

    The men are out hunting in the early light

    But here in this flicker， one or two men， painting

    and a woman among them.

    Great living animals grow on the stone walls，

    their pelts， their eyes， their sex， their hearts，

    and the cave-painters touch them with life， red， brown， black，

    a woman among them， painting.