Calling for Vanished Faces I
H JONES
If then, I meet You along the way
Where the laurel trees surround us on every side
If then, in a small place, I stand alone
And turn my head, and You smile there
If then, I reach out and touch Your Form
Where all Your silences and Your chaos meets
Where everything joins and parts
If I may once clutch Your Heart
And pull its beauty to my face
(There the bloodfall falls, redrivecracks)
Behind me lies blackmothermountain
The goats wheel round: great sign of lust
How much I wanted you
And oh Christ, how much more I want You now
The great pain, the great misery
To look and look
To look and look and look
And look And find
Nihil