Poem for a Woman Who Loved
by Richard Farina

Spent and done, she fell away with no more sound
than what the bangles whispered at her wrist.
The feral tumbling nights that sang among her joys
rolled in silence now and roared no more.
While all the winking crystal of the noonday stars
could bring no light to eyes that failed to see.
The bronze and shimmering young sons of naked gods
had risen in their turn, with neither curse
nor benediction on their gilded lips,
and opened restless wings among the typhooned skies.
Smiling (in their turn) they reeled away,
leaving little but a blinded, aging moon
which bore no human company. Alone
she traced her sunning thighs with anxious fingers,
dreaming of the ceilings that she'd known.


I meant to add this a while back. The Farinas hold a special place in my musical heart...hg