The

Spouse

Submitted by: Camille M. Ojo

Submitted to: Mr. Ferdinand
Francisco

She stands upon the threshold of her house,

Rose in her hands and moist eyes young with weeping

She looks far down to where her husband plows.

Fragrant with scent that wakens love from sleeping,

Her hair dishevelled in the night of passion,

Her warm limbs humid

with the sacred strife,

What may she know what man and woman fashion

She holds no joys

beyond the days tomorrow,
She finds no worlds beyond her loves embrace;

She looks upon the

Form behind the furrow,

Who is her Mind, her Motion, Time and Space.

Out of the clay of wrath and sorrowLife?

O somber mystery of

eyes unspeaking,

The secret answer since the world was born.,

O dark enigma of Lifes love forlorn;

O dark enigma of Lifes love forlorn;

The Sphinx beside the river smiles with seeking

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