That lady - <br />whose eyes can see no ordinary eyes can see, <br />and desolate winds crying for her name <br />till truth and lies are all the same; <br />who knows how she ate the stars at night, <br />yet left the old moon sleeping in the sky? <br />Certainly she married that awful death <br />only not to die. <br />Out of her hands there came blood, <br />till blood covered her flesh. <br />And the blood had life...had sweeter life <br />till blood became her flesh. <br />How can you know the poet from the poem, <br />or sift the melody from its song? <br />Judge me, for I'll say <br />that lady - <br />is the poet and he being the blood, her poem.<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-from-the-poem/
