Reverie The end of anything that’s beautiful Is never found; is like a bottomless Lake of clarity with pebbles falling; Like dream-born faces we will never grasp, The eyes like pools, the mouth a somber rose. Like rainbows, beauty is a mutable: The maple tree in glowing autumn dress That flings its fairy coins on air, calling A child to gather what she cannot clasp For keeps—thus beauty teaches what it knows.
Silk Abandoned, wailing on the garden walk, A baby wrapped in green brocaded silk… A child’s moonflowers climb in the live oaks Where floss of light’s the highest graded silk. In labyrinths of leaves, a young girl hides, Though sunlight glints on hair of braided silk. First teenage kisses in the arbor’s shade: The soft moonflowers, night-time’s traded silk. While dreaming of a deeper green of leaves, A woman sought a stream and waded silk. The matriarch weaves years from bloom and thorn: The elvish cloth’s abraded, faded silk. When ghosts infest the river past her gate, A crone recalls how moths invaded silk.
Metamorphoses She passed into the tree, sinking through sheath And rings and rose up shimmering Through aspen leaves. She passed into a song, its floating wreath Of notes a ring of glimmering, Beauty that grieves. She passed into fragrance, a flowery field, Where petals were the only shade. Her breath was bloom. What secrets do such marriages reveal When soul becomes a bride to fade Into its groom?
The most recent poetry book by Marly Youmans is The Book of the Red King (Montreal: Phoenicia Publishing, 2019.) Her most recent novel is Charis in the World of Wonders (San Francisco: Ignatius Press, 2020.) www.thepalaceat2.blogspot.com