Half Thought

I saw Fair Yellow in the west, Fair Yellow in the air, The sand, the corn, a bird’s breast, A woman’s hair. At night My little room burst into light---- Fair Yellow had come there.

Fair Yellow is a being. For when I said her name I found a way of seeing Her as she came. O how Do our dull senses fail us now And leave us in some elemental shame!

There is so much to see and say If we could find the way....