oranges & jade at the shrinemy footprintswet on the stonethe bells in that clear airwind from the seayour shadowflat on the flat rocksthe priestess (sybil)spelling your namecrying out, behind copper doorsgiving birthatone                , silence, the airmoving outsidethe door to the temple blowing on its hingesthat was the spirit she saidit passed above youthe branch I carry home is mistletoe& I walk backwards, with my eyes on the sea.
— Diane DiPrima, Part IX  of BRASS FURNACE GOING OUT: Song, after an abortion

oranges & jade at the shrine
my footprints
wet on the stone
the bells in that clear air
wind from the sea
your shadow
flat on the flat rocks
the priestess (sybil)
spelling your name
crying out, behind copper doors
giving birth
atone

                , silence, the air
moving outside
the door to the temple blowing on its hinges
that was the spirit she said
it passed above you

the branch I carry home is mistletoe
& I walk backwards, with my eyes on the sea.

— Diane DiPrima, Part IX  of BRASS FURNACE GOING OUT: Song, after an abortion

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