“Northern Lights” (July 26, 1946)
Lo, the radiant hand prongs forth coronally into space!
From what nether world ray out its green-gray fingers,
sunflowering the night like the whirling hand of Van Gogh?
And you half sleeping beside me on the tall roof above
the still city, among the terrorized stars –
dreamily spacing words of wondrous inconsequence.
O the kisses of your mouth blot out the luminous
brilliance of heaven –
and your arms around me are garlands of young roses!
See, the agitation of the sky subsides each time we move
together….as if in wonder –
there is no room in all of time for more than moments of this.