you have women's hands
       small & noticably older
       than you as your fathers
     again proud with the masada
       & holy before their nation
    you have some startling heart
        fierce at delight
        begining at some sharp wondering
      that teaches me new natures
        - that trains my innocence
    you have morning hair
        - together with night
    you have the winter's eyes
        those that clear
        set away from you
      precise, without name
        in crystalline
          you find this 
             alone at which I
             ask nothing
           at which I
            only need speak
    
                                   -Winter/Spring 1975