I have come to catch your voice

I have come to catch your voice,

Your constructed notes going out of the throat

With dry, mechanical gestures,

To catch the shaft

Although it is so straight and unbending;

Then, when I open my mouth,

The light will come in an unwavering line.

Then to catch night

Wading through her dark cave on ferocious wings.

Oh, eagle-mouthed,

I have come to pluck you,

And take away your exotic plumage,

Although your anger is not a slight thing,

Take you into my own place

Where the frost can never fall,

Nor the petals of any flower drop.