I’ve sealed the envelope with all my soul.
Each day you add one burden to distress:
Your silence! Ah, what icy ghosts caress
Expectant hearts when women are the goal—
What undreamt women do we hope to see
When gazing like tired children heavenward!
We say: God help us if our souls are barred
From the white arches of infinity.
V.
Strange that your silence is so deafening