IMAGE IN A LILAC TREE

Tireless budding and flowering of women
to a child and a child; the closed evening-care
of motherhood: from what slim boughs the lilac
swells into lavender torches, the flesh
	blooms through its leaves!

Or now the heart is heavy and sweet with words,
and a great wind sways the tongue: oh eloquence
of gardens bursting through the narrow pen
into five senses, that clutch beauty as
	a child the breast!

The lilac's evening-coloured breasts of smoke, 
bare like a Cretan lady's to the firm
poetic moonlight: love, conception, birth, 
where the five tongues of living drink, and are
	poem and image.