I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred children
The children plump and firm within her arms,
But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
Cut them, sliced them, bit them, baked them, boiled them —
Alas, alas, a widow frail and naked
Stood by my window in the heavy snow
Imagining, under the white snow, she was a bride again.
In time, she sighed, in time.
from In the Land of the Giants (Salt, 2012), © George Szirtes 2012, used by permission of the author