FIRST LOVE Will there always be hungry and angry? I run for my life into the woods till my side is stuck with a hawthorn prick. O great trees, cover me! I have taken a man with my eyelids: the sun of a dying moon is upon me. O mother earth, cover me! Once the world was all Woman until Man uncurled in sin. O little trees, cover me! I hear him coming to search me out: I see him creeping to where I hide. O, the wombs that I have never wist and the paps that have never given suck! Wildly I watch him. I must have water! . . . Pool, sweet pool: is my hat on straight?