Do not worry that your love’s beauty
Will dazzle me,
Blind me,
Keep me
From my daily bread.
Do not worry that the bursting
Notes of your anvil
Will stun me to dead stillness.
Do not be anxious.
Let your giving fall
As the rain.
I will take
The bucking wildness
Into a pasture so deep
That no one will hear
The hoofs beating the earth.
I will swaddle
The screaming miracle
Succor it with silence.
Do not be anxious
Of giving’s peril.
Let your love fall
As the rain.
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