Birth Night
This fireglow is a red womb In the night, where you're folded up On your doom. And the ugly, brutal years Are dissolving out of you, And the stagnant tears. I the great vein that leads From the night to the source of you, Which the sweet blood feeds. New phase in the germ of you; New sunny streams of blood Washing you through. You are born again of me. I, Adam, from the veins of me The Eve that is to be. What has been long ago Grows dimmer, we both forget, We no longer know. You are lovely, your face is soft Like a flower in bud On a mountain croft. This is Nol for me. To-night is a woman born Of the man in me.
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"This fireglow is a red womb..."
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