Yours I am yours as the summer air at evening is Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
As the snowcap gleams with light Lent it by the brimming moon.
Without you I'd be an unleafed tree Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.
Your love is the weather of my being. What is an island without the sea? |
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Reprinted by permission of Louisiana State University Press from Beyond Silence: Selected Shorter Poems, 1948-2003 by Daniel Hoffman. Copyright © 2003 by Daniel Hoffman. |
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