His Affection to an Unnamed Girl


You see with the eyes of a slave girl

so it is natural you see the specula

of moths flitting here-and-now


among stalks and nettles

off-shoots dainty and daft dabble

in the spectral dawn-time


unstamped by the fumy bell-voice

skimming milk

from the rimed pail


you kneel by:

none shall enter with paired eyes

or on the confusion of feeble knees


Charles Wuest