I. The Father of Relativity Reaching out, he named a universe Yet could not bestow this one small gift of naming. Caught in the solid separateness of flesh, Forgetting that a daughter comes Whole from her parents' womb, Forgetting that words change or disappear, Forgetting that cells Hold the memories Of ten million years. II. The Daughter of Wolves She will never claim her birthright For fear has been on her since childhood And names so often die in daylight. But the wolves know her true name. The wolves, whose soft faces Were all she'd ever known of loving. Gentle beyond compare To the daughterless father Whose absence formed her. The wolves sing her name Her womb name, ungiven, Unfelt by the speaking world. At night, when the wind is silent, Their song is more true, more loving Than the testimonies of old men. © 1987 J.L.Stanley |
Bastard of the world's most famous man --for Evelyn E |
