[Redbook2:21A-E][19731017:1701][The Girl][13th
October 1973]
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I
Turning, slowly into the Wind,
She flies outward,
Her arms, like soft-petals, yearning
Into the Sun.
The hill-top:
The grass-run like waves: the backdrop
Of downland: the shifting horizon:
The One.
II
Christ I am with You!
Unbuttoning
Her sleeves and her blouse,
She throws open
Her softness, her Soul
To the Sky;
Casting it into the Wind
She steps from her shoes,
Baring her feet to the Earth,
Walking on Earth,
The coolness of Earth in her veins:
Bronze of the buckle unclasped
Opens her belt,
Unfastening the cloth,
Which falls like some snakeskin
In folds in her footsteps
Forgot
III
-- Leaving the glory
Of slender limbed beauty
To wander ecstatic
Through rain
That softly, that gently
Flows over, clinging the skin
To her skin.
Ecstasy! Wonder
She wanders, the beauty of Earth
In Her prime;
Arms open in worship, she reaches
Behind her, unfastening the halter,
Rid of the yoke for all time;
And, pausing, with fingers near hips
Passing through the remaining
Constriction, which falls with her hands
To her feet:
She steps, straightens, stands and is free!
IV
The Girl
From her head to her toe:
From her slender love-legs
To the love of her lips,
The poise of her head and her neck;
From her uptilted breasts
-- Soft, firm, delicate breast,
From the smooth of her skin
From the curve of her waist and the sway of her hips,
To her Sex:
From the Earth-mother warmth of her thighs
To the depth of her womb:
From the passionate entry, the shuddering depth,
To the core of her Soul
V
To her eyes:
From the Power that is in Me,
The Power of the One,
They are mine.
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