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/for Lenore

The only thing that makes walk work woo
Is three-thousand times loving you
Before age assaults the standard cliff-side harmonies
Of the nymph, the wonder, hope of your soft face
The hair sky herons, the rock in elegant motion
Flung spray birth in eyes, lips dripping
Larger than life was, now come to bed where
Everything including the fighting is a far off nature
Paradise, gone down in Golden Dreams for tomorrow.
I love, love, lying next to you, win from lost wars
The whole of history expanded into universe
Of us: Nature fights to be present at our
Endowment, what used to be a blessing, simply
A kiss, a passing of time, a love still together held key.

Sonnet 62 from All of Love/1987