waiting for female poet of no words but lights

飞鸟阳子

She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.

zhoujielun

Nice poems... Is it from you?