She leans with sparkling looks
Toward the dark wood, her strong
Hands work as gleaners should.
Then, as who would caress
A birdlike wordlessness,
She stoops — to drink the meaning
At the still brink of song.


The collected poems (1969 edition)


She leans with sparkling looks Toward the dark wood, her strong Hands work as gleaners should. Then, as who would caress A birdlike wordlessness, She ...

She leans with sparkling looks Toward the dark wood, her strong Hands work as gleaners should. Then, as who would caress A birdlike wordlessness, She ...

She leans with sparkling looks Toward the dark wood, her strong Hands work as gleaners should. Then, as who would caress A birdlike wordlessness, She ...

She leans with sparkling looks Toward the dark wood, her strong Hands work as gleaners should. Then, as who would caress A birdlike wordlessness, She ...