To My Firstborn…

Love Song

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
I lie here thinking of you:—
 
the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb
spoiling the colors
of the whole world—
 
you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!
My note:  Replace that last word “west” with “east” and it makes complete sense to me… 🙂

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