Heaven-selvage, twilight eyelet opened
Through the wind-
Scrubbed drab at the ridgeline,
Splash of freshet nestled into stone,
What with bone-
Dry, blasted me have you to do?
Gentiana verna, do not intimate
Do not rouse the secret
Bee that waggles in my breast to honey
To your hue,
What have you to do with me?
Do with me, flash lapis lazuli
Swatched from the hem
Of some Flemish madonna,
What you will, O do you subsume me
In deepwater blue.
Do me cerulean through.
When you welkin me, whelm like a brigand,
Like the whole couloir’s
A blue desire before whose force
My will must break. Blossom, will I break
Faith with this rough-
Cast, this cherished chaff,
This earthbound habit for your unearthly?,
Can I forsake
This my sure estate for your ec-
Stasies on spec, for your fathomless X?