I shall weave them flauntingly
Into veil upon veil,

I shall wind them defiantly
Over my lips, over my eyes.

You shall not see your name
On my lips,
You shall not see your image
In my eyes!

And through my veils I shall not see
That you are blind.

VIII. FREEDOM

I would be free
From two old superstitions,
Thanks and Forgiveness.

So I would think of you
As Flame,
As Wind,
As Night,

To whom I have been
Wind,
And Flame
And Night,