My Daughters
Out of the jeweled shadows
Of my tumultuous, exquisite childhood,
And the velvet of my teens,
Came my first borns.
They are the image of my
Ephemeral yearnings,
The flesh and bone of my poetry.
the strength of my faith.
Like the willows irredescent
Movements
By a clear brook,
Clean and gleaming,
Sinuous, eternally young
And wholly expectant.
February 1, 1961