They eyes look to me mild. Out of maize & air

A feeling lyric by the American John Berryman da Homage to Mistress Bradstreet

by L. C.

They eyes look to me mild. Out of maize & air
your body's made, and moves. I summon, see,
from the centuries it.
I think you won't stay. How do we
linger, diminished, in our lovers' air,
implausibly visible, to whom, a year,
years, over interims; or not;
to a long stranger; or not; shimmer & disappear.

John Berryman

Source: John Berryman, Homage to Mistress Bradstreet