He Touched Me
Lena Platonos
He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast
It was a boundless place to me
And silenced, as the awful Sea
Puts minor streams to rest.
And now, I'm different from before,
As if I breathed superior air
Or brushed a Royal Gown
My feet, too, that had wandered so
My Gypsy facetransfigured now
To tenderer Renown
Into this Port, if I might come,
Rebecca, to Jerusalem,
Would not so ravished turn
Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine
Lift such a Crucifixial sign
To her imperial Sun.