“Mother of quartz, your words writhe into my ear.
Renew the light, lewd whisper.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        "The Shape of the Fire," ll. 54 - 55 
The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)
                                    
 
        
     
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            