(1930 - 1998 / West Yorkshire / England)

Bride And Groom Lie Hidden For Three Days

She gives him his eyes, she found them
Among some rubble, among some beetles

He gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishment

She has found his hands for him, and fitted them freshly at the wrists
They are amazed at themselves, they go feeling all over her

He has assembled her spine, he cleaned each piece carefully
And sets them in perfect order
A superhuman puzzle but he is inspired
She leans back twisting this way and that, using it and laughing

Now she has brought his feet, she is connecting them
So that his whole body lights up

And he has fashioned her new hips
With all fittings complete and with newly wound coils, all shiningly oiled
He is polishing every part, he himself can hardly believe it

They keep taking each other to the sun, they find they can easily
To test each new thing at each new step

And now she smoothes over him the plates of his skull
So that the joints are invisible

And now he connects her throat, her breasts and the pit of her stomach
With a single wire

She gives him his teeth, tying the the roots to the centrepin of his body

He sets the little circlets on her fingertips

She stiches his body here and there with steely purple silk

He oils the delicate cogs of her mouth

She inlays with deep cut scrolls the nape of his neck

He sinks into place the inside of her thighs

So, gasping with joy, with cries of wonderment
Like two gods of mud
Sprawling in the dirt, but with infinite care
They bring each other to perfection.

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How can you say it isn't about perfect union? They are completing each other, perfectly. This poem is about the joy and ecstasy a couple finds when they create a perfect union.
This isn't about a perfect union...I don't know how anyone can say that.
This poem is a best example for the perfect union.Really it takes time to create perfect being.It may also read as a poem which celebrates the birth of the upcoming baby which shares the nature of both mother and father.
It sounds like she has erected the perfect mate.
This deserves a place among the world's great original poems - and should translate well. But will the person who posted it check the end of the line 'can easily' which looks ungrammatical or wrongly punctuated, and correct the spelling of 'stitches', and just check it all again?
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