by Gwen Harwood (as Walter Lehman) In the space between love and sleep when heart mourns in its prison eyes against shoulder keep their blood-black curtains tight. Body rolls black like a stone, and risen spirit walks to easter light; away from its tomb of bone, away from the guardian tents of eyesight, walking alone to unbearable light with angelic gestures. The fallen instruments of its passion lie in the relic darkness of sleep and love. And heart from its prison cries to the spirit walking above: ''I was with you in agony. Remember your promise of paradise,'' and hammers and hammers, ''remember me.'' So the loved other is held for mortal comfort and taken, and the spirit's light dispelled as it falls from its dream to the deep to harrow heart's prison so heart may waken to peace in the paradise of sleep. I like this one
