La Felice
La Felice, by the forest pond looks through leaves to the Western screen of Chinese gold that lies beyond black trees and boughs of golden-green.
The little body of La Felice
weary of everything on earth
has passed from love to love, till peace
and beauty alone have any worth.
So still and deep the water lies,
so fiery-cool, so yellow-clear;
Here beauty sleeps! La Felice cries,
I will give myself to beauty here!"
The mud is smooth and deep, the weeds
beneath her feet are soft and cool,
ripples widen and glistening beads
of bubble rise on the forest pool.
The water reaches to her knee,
now to her thigh, now to her breast,
till like a child all peacefully
does La Felice lie down to rest.
She struggles like a fearful bride
with ecstasy—then La Felice
turns quietly upon her side
and over the sunset pool is peace.
The Journey
Three women walked through the snow
Beneath an empty sky,
And one was blind, and one was old,
And one was I.
Bravely the Blind One led,
I questioned from behind
"Tell me, where do we go?" She said
"Have courage… I am blind!"