Because of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the Virgin in meditation,
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled
Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love
To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.

I sweat and the whole earth with me
Our perspiration climbing into cool immensity
Where each minute molecule accumulates
Our aspirations concatenate in clouds
Gathering higher until too heavy our shared affluence
Is released as rain or ice or, tonight at this rotenburo, as snow.