What Happens If Your Belly Rumbles

Star Bright (Bright Star)

bright star, like you could be stopped, not suspended above
, in solitary splendor in the night, watching
- open eyelids eternity,
similar to Nature, a hermit and patient Machinist -
waters moving into their sacred commitment
ablution round earth's human shores to
or scan the form and soft
new snow on mountains and moors.
No, yet firm and fixed and unchangeable, to cushion the breast
Flower of My dear love, to feel it forever
soft fall and swell then,
awake forever in a sweet restless
fixed, fixed to hear the soft breath, and experiencing
always, in the death or disappearance.

Bright Star, Would I were steadfast as thou art - Not in lone splendor hung
aloft
the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient
, sleepless Hermits,
The moving waters at Their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No - yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever
ITS soft fall and swell, Awake for ever
in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And I know
live ever - or else swoon to death.