#hildegard on the lecture circuit

Hildegard on the Lecture Circuit

These curling bodies come toward each other
like doughs in a bowl. Your fingers

depart me, and the smells of pears come wickedly
through the slim window. The man

in Trier watched me with both of his blue eyes, as you,
as the sparrow on the walnut branch fix

on me now.

      O, you are the worst of the delights,
          . You come to me

      as thunder in my skull, as dim lights
      through which I dearly strain to see.

—Sarah Payne, published in Digging Through the Fat