An Unknown Poet

I spotted this poem in the sketchbook of Xavier, one of the students. He had torn it from an old book and did not know who it was by. Any ideas?


for Eurydice

Is this her in golden smock, walking?
She’s no hostage, and he, then so pale and thin,
now smiles so, his brilliance startles –

Her green veil falls and waves
over dust brown and stark
skeletons of trees –

A quiet white world vanishes
under her feet, as she, bending
scatters light from sheaves of her arms –

Out she steps, brightly,
into the unbroken blue
from the cracked shell of her sleeping,

Where he’d lain with her winter-long
and breathed on her
her saffron season.



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