- Book: Arrow Music BY [Bryher].
- Poem: SONG.
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The golds of the narcissus
and the red ,
bronze your white flesh; your eyes,
savage and tender,
are the woods, a wind
scatters afresh with wind-flowor and with iris;
but if I bring the basket of my arms
to gather you,
you turn your head
and give yourself to sleep.