Gladly beyond any experience
Your eyes have their silence
In your most frail gesture are things Which enclose me
Or which I cannot touch because they Are too near
Your slightest look will easily unclose me
Though I have closed myself as fingers
You open always petal by petal myself
As Spring opens touching skillfully
Mysteriously her first rose
Or if your wish be to close me
I and my life will shut very beautifully
Suddenly
As when the heart of this flower
Imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending