ER (Aug 8,1918 / Teddington, England)

Lady Kneeling For Holy Communion

The red heathen faint beneath her skin, she kneels;
dark as a pagan brooch the shade around.

Nightbrush, God in a myrtle tree, the wine of wonder
- all three my delicate lady.

The bird in her curved eye, grey and lively, rises
in troth to bread and the holy goblet.

Beautiful peasant, moon-made and carnadine
- both my delicate lady.

Hers the vision inward, substance of love luminous,
sun on western fields, the smile of Glastonbury;
bird-call, hill-shine, maid of St Bride for all
- all my delicate lady.

by Eric Ratcliffe

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