Come and see my garden
the grass is a simple thing
Heaven and Earth married
in a carpet of exquisite green.
Emily, my sweet, I shall follow you with delight.
A strand of summer grass,
waving with uncounted rhythms,
glorifying us to undiscovered heights.
I feel I might become undistinguished, uncovered, naked,
languishing in the odorless atmosphere.
Look, the daisies lean forward
as if to catch your every fervent word;
seeming to nod in agreement
with ideas not yet bloomed.
Sometimes,
I think Heaven
must exist in a word.
Come then, Sir.
I shall, I shall. Let us behold
the inimitable music
my amusement is triumphant
on love let us dance.
Urge and urge and always the urgent desire to dance.
Take my hand, let us salute the world, you and I, together.
The ecstasy of sunlight
the dancing heart soars
'Til twilight cools the passion
with colorless dew.
I have reckoned much, but the origin of love questions
my claim to life;
great hopes wither away underneath numerous suns.
My little garden is love.
But Mistress Sun is fickle,
she can warm or wither
with just one glance.
[and she pauses a little, struck with some thought to large to say out loud all at once, and stands reaching out her hand to Walt . . .]
I have been quite carried away.
But I must remember myself,
my duties, are here,
among the echoes of memory.
Dancing and laughing consume us, my dear.
I and my hat, we will tramp through the vastness of days.
I will sleep out in the unprotected night.
I will search for answers where none exist.
And you will look for me in the stars and in the falling leaf.
Farewell, my lovely flower.