Caroline, who made thee,
To thee I sing and give thanks for a sister.
Dark eyes, dark hair, Watermelons and bears,
Brothers and princes, princes to spare.
For seven years you kept her in the dark God's house.
There she became the vessel of his blind ecstacies.
What did you straighten in twisting her child's body so?
Near the eighty-fourth moon you set her free.
Remind her now of the favor she has won!
Love her, whom you use to join the worlds!
Part not the waters before her, lest she imagine
A promised land:
But rather let her swim through the tropics of the mind
Befriending the monsters as she goes.
SEPTEMBER 1979
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