KNOWLEDGE

                 If you look for love,
                 you shall not find it --

                 better to let it creep 
                 upon you in the dark,

                 or fall from the sudden noon,

                        like an avalanche,
                 stark... and blinding.

                  For no sound shall tell you where
                  when you hear the footsteps,

                  and feel
                  the lurch of the heart,
                  the gentleness of the eyes...

                  and the fingers, lost
                  uncurling... steady.

                  No voice will call your name;
                  no bell will ring --

                  instead,
                  it will descend like freight

                  and the beating of a face...

                          fixed
                          and downward,

                   like the knowledge of the rain....