TWO WORLDS
In air heavy
with odor of crocuses,
with odor of crocuses,
sensual smell of
crocuses,
I watch a lemon sun disappear,
I watch a lemon sun disappear,
a sea change blue
to olive black.
to olive black.
I watch lightning leap
from Asia as
sleeping,
sleeping,
my love stirs and
breathes and
sleeps again,
sleeps again,
part of this world and
yet
part of that.
part of that.
Raymond
Carver.
