Cécile Parrish (1937–1964)
SELECTED POEMS
Bidadari
The Maries shiver in the heat
Whose wreathed orchids curl and die;
Under the white and burning sky
My shadow fades beneath my feet
To where my morning Child lies drowned
And cancelled all his drafted towers.
Out of the noon I bring him flowers
Which wither on the burning ground.But in these narrow lanes of loss
My ritual hand is all that bears
Remembrance of his blood and bone
And prays a pale and alien cross
For my deficiency of tears
To reconcile the blinded stone
by Cécile Parrish
from Poems (1966)