By Dennis Scott (1939-1991)
1. He never learned her, quite. Year after year
2. that territory, without seasons, shifted
3. under his eye. An hour he could be lost
4. in the walled anger of her quarried hurt
5. on turning, see cool water laughing where
6. the day before there were stones in her voice.
7. He charted. She made wilderness again.
8. Roads disappeared. The map was never true.
9. Wind brought him rain sometimes, tasting of sea
10. And suddenly she would change the shape of shores
11. faultlessly calm. All, all was each day new:
12. the shadows of her love shortened or grew
13. like trees seen from an unexpected hill,
14. new country at each jaunty helpless journey.
15. So he accepted that geography, constantly strange.
16. Wondered. Stayed home increasingly to find 17.His
way among the landscapes of her mind