Oh, to wander amongst the reeds! To find the medium of waters In between my limbs— Where laughter springs in droplets, And the sun drenches every sinew With liquid warmth. Let me roam into delights hidden, Where violets dance underfoot, Once discovered, can never be lost— Here within this lost lattice Of angles and grasses striving, Each part is a letter to be spelled, Into existence, in whispers drawn Across the wildness of our hearts.

• Mina Loy