I heard a sleave of song
from an upper window
and moved in the sun to find them
I wanted to call to them,
beg them to lean out,
and go on
But there was no window,
I was on sand,
their lullabye came from the waves,
there were no waves,
but a glinting derelict named—no derelict named
Delirious Iris, I am home, there is snow
from a filmy coal-blue sky, mechanical
hissing, great heat, green clouds in the bath—please,
An eye in the lives of my loves
A lung in the lives of my loves
and the two things You keep … keys:
to liberty, to manacle