Carl Sandburg

She Held Herself a Deep Pool for Him

She held herself a deep pool for him
and the shadows crying for him
he gathered himself in many dark waters
and the shadows crying for her
they took each other in shadow meetings
they held themselves in shadow songs

      she coiled herself around him
      with a ribbon of glass
      and a rope of gold
      the coils of her cunning held him
      with rings of golden glass
      with a moon of melting gold
      with a mist of sunset ribbons