First, a poem must be magical, Then musical as a seagull. It must be a brightness moving And hold secret a birds flowering It must be slender as a bell, And it must hold fire as well. It must have the wisdom of bows And it must kneel like a rose. It must be able to hear The luminance of dove and deer. It must be able to hide What it seeks, like a bride. And over all I would like to hover God, smiling from the poems cover.
