We see her hand in her lap,
smoothing the apple-green
or the apple-russet silk;
we see her hand at her throat,
fingering a talisman
brought by a crusader from Jerusalem;
we see her hand unknot a Syrian veil
or lay down a Venetian shawl
on a polished table that reflects,
half a miniature broken column;
we see her stare past a mirror
through an open window,
where boat follows slow boat on the lagoon;
there are white flowers on the water.
H. D.