All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month; to-night they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.
are bone.The elbowsof this proud womanare bone.The summer-white starsand the winter-white starsnever stop circlingaround this proud woman.The bonesof this proud womananswer the vibrationsof the stars.In summerthe stars speak deep thoughtsIn the winterthe stars repeat summer speeches.The kneesof this proud womanknow these thoughtsand know these speechesof the summer and winter stars.
A spider will make a silver string nest in thedarkest, warmest corner of it.The trigger and the range-finder, they too will be rusty.And no hands will polish the gun, and it will hang on the wall.Forefingers and thumbs will point casually toward it.It will be spoken among half-forgotten, whished-to-be-forgotten things.They will tell the spider: Go…
of our two lives-Now that a red curvewinds across the shingles-Now that handswashed in early sunrisesclimb and spill scarleton a white lattice weave-Now that a loop of bloodis written on our roofand reaching around a chimney-How are the two lives of this houseto keep strong hands and strong hearts?
Ladders of dust and mud and our hair snarled.Rags of drenching mist and our hands clawing, climbing.You and I that snickered in the crotches and corners, in the gab of our first talking.Red dabs of dawn summer mornings and the rain sliding off our shoulders summer afternoons.Was it you and I yelled songs and songs…
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.There is a white star, Janet,Forty years’ ride from us,If we ride a hundred miles an hour.Shall we rideTo the blue starOr the white star?
I wish we never bought a license and a white dressFor you to get married in the day we ran off to a ministerAnd told him we would love each other and take care of each otherAlways and always long as the sun and the rain lasts anywhere.Yes, I’m wishing now you lived somewhere away…
