FRANCAIS CHANSONS

Love Song

I lie here thinking of you:-

the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb

spoiling the colors
of the whole world-

you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!