Caroling Dusk/A House in Taos
A HOUSE IN TAOS
RainThunder of the Rain God: And we three Smitten by beauty.
Thunder of the Rain God: And we three Weary, weary.
Thunder of the Rain God: And you, she and I Waiting for nothingness.
Do you understand the stillness Of this house in TaosUnder the thunder of the Rain God?
SunThat there should be a barren gardenAbout this house in TaosIs not so strange,But that there should be three barren heartsIn this one house in Taos,—Who carries ugly things to show the sun?
MoonDid you ask for the beaten brass of the moon?We can buy lovely things with money,You, she and I,Yet you seek,As though you could keep,This unbought loveliness of moon.
WindTouch our bodies, wind.Our bodies are separate, individual things.Touch our bodies, wind,But blow quicklyThrough the red, white, yellow skinsOf our bodiesTo the terrible snarl,Not mine,Not yours,Not hers,But all one snarl of souls.Blow quickly, wind,Before we run back into the windlessness,—With our bodies,—Into the windlessnessOf our house in Taos.