#sarah payne
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