Testament
In spite of all that, I saw Spring today
a girl with gold hair tossing in the wind,
her white bare feet
planted in a field of purple glories,
and over the earth a larger air with a high
dry light investing old hills, new stories,
and I climbed through the top of the blue circus-tent
the dazzling heart of that flower
just for one moment
wider than a winter hour.
And another thing: tonight
out of unblinded windows I have seen
at moonset of a wider winter hour
can now still see
no enemy in the dark
but the one queen
a woman with black hair beneath my tree
under a homing star.