ON THE BIRTH OF WILD THINGS ii

in the place where noes turn into yeses
i love you
in the place where they become the caresses
of miracle
i love you
in the hill country--get thee up
where he is born--with a high voice
kicking and screaming
proclaiming, dreaming
where was born that ancient thing
where from the mother whirlwind is
born the woodland King,
the desert king
the wooded king
this is the way he comes to world
after whirring away in a chariot of flame
and in the fire of this wholly joyous
desire
i declare
i love you
at the river jordan
where he pours
new saving for a newer lord
i love you wildly
i love you with his roaring voice
and his crazy fire
i adore you
i implore you
i... am in awe of you
i love you