Flood

Flood


(Trieste, 1915)




Goldbrown upon the sated flood



The rockvine clusters lift and sway



Vast wings above the lambent waters brood



Of sullen day.







A waste of waters ruthlessly



Sways and uplifts its weedy mane



Where brooding day stares down upon the sea



In dull disdain.







Uplift and sway, O golden vine,



Your clustered fruits to love's full flood,



Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine



Incertitude!