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