Diane Di Prima — Chronology

I loved you in October

when you hid behind your hair

and rode your shadow

in the corners of the house

and in November you invaded

filling the air

above my bed with dreams

cries for some kind of help

on my inner ear

in December I held your hands

one afternoon; the light failed

it came back on

in a dawn on the Scottish coast

you singing us ashore

now it is January, you are fading

into your double

jewels on his cape, your shadow on the snow,

you slide away on wind, the crystal air

carries your new songs in snatches thru the windows

of our sad, high, pretty rooms