Only light and shades of light
It was, and Eve a meaning there
Now water, now silver, now fire, now air.
Our senses then a slender height
That made sound silence, silence sight,
And this was light; the crystal throat
Drank the color from the flare.
But here is touch stupid as night.
Death has gathered in the twig
And hisses through the piercing thorn
The dappled leaf till now unseen,
And pours the olive, almond, and fig
From his swollen, blinding horn.
All I know now is green.