In this inconstant heaven

In this inconstant heaven
stars glitter like hooks; tense
as flame the alders tremble
all their edged leaves fallen

I have walked from you on these
closed eyes, thin mouths.
They tell no shelter, though the stars open
or the stones say their hard comfort

In the hollow of my throat
in my mind's bending, you are;
beating my one pulse
inescapable as light.

(yes, see the semi-colon? very early. Printed in the Christian Science Monitor long ago).