To Girls (Section 4, p59)

I am a she-wolf, lynx, and the green snake.
I am hungry — my fingers are pincers.
Evenings I see distant fires and shadows
of wild horses.
And when a tumid night begins to flash
lightning, I gather blue bolts into my lap:
I am uneasy.

In the midsummer storm comes my beloved.

My overripe lips split in half, like a fruit.
My breasts are two white she-birds with red
beaks. I hold them with both hands for they may
fly away. My limbs melt like snow and my womb,
like a gold chalice, fills with sweet and hot wine.
I am blessed among women.

Now I walk silently and am open
like a wound.