I <br /> <br />The stars were wild that summer evening <br />As on the low lake shore stood you and I <br />And every time I caught your flashing eye <br />Or heard your voice discourse on anything <br />It seemed a star went burning down the sky. <br /> <br />I looked into your heart that dying summer <br />And found your silent woman's heart grown wild <br />Whereupon you turned to me and smiled <br />Saying you felt afraid but that you were <br />Weary of being mute and undefiled <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />I spoke to you that last winter morning <br />Watching the wind smoke snow across the ice <br />Told of how the beauty of your spirit, flesh, <br />And smile had made day break at night and spring <br />Burst beauty in the wasting winter's place. <br /> <br />You did not answer when I spoke, but stood <br />As if that wistful part of you, your sorrow, <br />Were blown about in fitful winds below; <br />Your eyes replied your worn heart wished it could <br />Again be white and silent as the snow.<br /><br />Galway Kinnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-seasons/
