Where Should I Love?

I loved you at the frozen shore,

the land called Winter's Wail,

where many hearts have docked before,

but not a ship could sail.

I loved you at the apple's cane

wherein no fruit could birth;

and supped at wells that washed in vain

the salt which scorched the earth.

I loved you where the sparrows dwelled

in wait upon the morn,

where broken wings had doomed to fell

the life the sky had shorn.

I loved you where in exile pined,

the secret place they call My Mind.

Blue Jay

To he whose laughter knows no rest

a brier’s brush I give--

with hemlock leaves in withered nest

where crows and cuckolds live.

In every pierce, of every bite

my hearth hath spit to thee,

an ember to a flame alight

wouldst thou spit back at me.

So answering thy careless bilk

wherein thy prick hath sown,

I serenade with spiders' silk

that long since turned to bone.

In Thicket Thorne that ‘ere conceals

The longing that my heart reveals.