Summer Doorway
I come down from the gold mountains
each of them the light of many years
high up the soughing of cold pines among stones
the whole way home dry grass seething
to these sounds I think of you already there
in the house all my steps lead to
you have the table set to surprise me
you are lighting the two candles
I come to the door quickly to surprise you
but you laugh we laugh you run toward me
under the long skirt your feet are bare
I drop to my knees in the doorway and catch you
holding the backs of your thighs I watch the candle flames
over my head you watch the birds flying home from the sea
— W.S. Merwin, from The Compass Flower, Published in 1977 by Atheneum
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Orlando says
Salgo de tus manos
Como un gorrion vestido
de hojaresca
mis dedos fragiles aferrados
a la alforja donde tu
corazon de rubi late en los labios
que tocan la cabeza blanca
Del Aguila Americano en
la montana donde
fecunda nuestro hogar