Rain

Thunder of the Rain God:
  And we three
  Smitten by beauty.

Thunder of the Rain God:
  And we three
  Weary, weary.

Thunder of the Rain God:
  And you, she, and I
  Waiting for nothingness.

Do you understand the stillness
  Of this house
  In Taos
Under the thunder of the Rain God?

      Sun

That there should be a barren garden
About this house in Taos
Is not so strange,
But that there should be three barren hearts
In this one house in Taos --
Who carries ugly things to show the sun?

      Moon

Did you ask for the beaten brass of the moon?
We can buy lovely things with money,
You, she, and I,
Yet you seek,
As though you could keep,
This unbought loveliness of moon.

      Wind

Touch our bodies, wind.
Our bodies are separate, individual things.
Touch our bodies, wind,
But blow quickly
Through the red, white, yellow skins
Of our bodies
To the terrible snarl,
Not mine,
Not yours,
Not hers,
But all one snarl of souls.
Blow quickly, wind,
Before we run back
Into the windlessness --
With our bodies --
Into the windlessness
Of our house in Taos.