Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920.
Jeanne d’Orge
To a Fumbling Lover
T
The moon has taught the tide a thousand
subtle ways of mastery
so that it neither lingers nor makes haste
knows when to come, when to go—
when to drown the rebel shores in cool sweet rapture
when to leave them naked and alone.
I envy colored rocks and all obliterate sands;
it would content me to be lost
in a swirl of shining waters—
half light—half song…
Why are you not the sea?…