Parts of Speech
We came to a grove and you drew me in;
I wondered about our right to wander
where we would in that wood of old pine,
my hand in yours and yours in mine.
Fair was the raiment of cloud overhead.
Or it was not fair, or it was just
beginning to clear. In truth all I saw
was your face and the white-capped cove,
and the old rowboat we dragged into shore.
In truth, there was no grove, no cove,
no clouds, no scow—the only nouns
being voice, face and hands—or, the pine
and the wood were just active and aching
verbs. Or, that is all I remember now.