Naked leaves sifted nightly,
gathered, fondled, and stored
in long sheets of black fire,
free of feelings' clatter,
freed most of all from the earth
whose fingertips touched fire, arms
steeped in the sickness of its craving:
Hades' love is persistence; rust;
Hades' love is torpor; rust;
time spread over wide pastures; weeds
perpetuate the difficult love:
earth over leaf, thuds of jealousy,
black, over the shapeless earth.