#interchanges

They took the plough to the field,/ they brought the field into the house-/ an endless interchange shaped/ the meaning of things./ The woman changed places with the swallow,/ she sat in the swallow's nest on the roof and warbled./ The swallow sat at the woman's loom and wove/ stars, birds, flowers, fishing boats, and fish./ If only you knew how beautiful your mouth is/ you would kiss me on the eyes that I might not see you.