Classic Poem

" All the windows in the house are open"

Ascencion called up to Salome.
Leaning from her attic that fine day,
Sun-warmed sills are made to lean upon,
Down smiled Salome at Ascencion.
Ascencion in indolence below,
Too content to wish to come or go,
Clasped her washing in a calm surprise,
Sun-bright dazzle pleasant in her eyes.

All the windows in the house were open.

Summer sauntered through the kitchen door,
Feet like blossom on the faded floor;
Heat and stillness harmonized the day,
Ascencion smiled up at Salome.

Neither needed any word of comment,
Gladly in their veins, for one long moment,
Each forgetting severance and pain,
Strong as music flowed the sap of Spain.

All the windows in the house were open.