Slave to Posture



A morning spirit of

Youthful unconscious dignity

That awes standing now

In queenly beauty

The divinest maid

Who ever trod earth


Willingly eagerly and

Not through inadvertence

A complacent prisoner

A slave to posture

Hands made fast

With red ribbon

Welcoming captivity

Her silken bondage

And glad restraint

At dawn at midday

My lady of the silver light

In darkness

The whole world fading

Into the moment supreme


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