Robert FrostA Question
What is satisfaction?
If a woman about to love
thinks of elsewhere islands
she is foolish.
To remain alive, anticipatory
unafraid of auguries
she must bathe in deep waters.
She must be thrown from the jetty
and feel the cobwebbed weeds
reach for her ankles. She must
swim with thrashing strokes to shore
where her mother waits with young eyes.
She must watch the heart urchin’s
desert tracks in the sand
and be as alive at night as she is when desired.
She must be embedded in
or partly covered by sand
so that when she opens sublittoral doors
she receives the sea that is due.