For conversation
With the dead,
Attend to ceremony;
Avoid the grave's
annoyance, speaking
always gently:
Earth, bone,
And winding sheet
Let this spirit
Come to me--
Yet send it
In peace,
Or not at all.
If it come,
It should be offered
White wine
Not red;
And knelt to,
For pity.
Look to the left,
Look to the right,
Look into the glass
And say these lines:
Quicksilver
Mirror silver
Show me
My true face.
Look at the eyes:
If their black centers
Be shrunk and small,
The mirror lies.
COMMENTS
-