A Moment in the Field
A Moment in the Field Since I first saw him knighted in the court, in the day and in the night, in my mind and in my body I have summoned him. Now I look at an iron stake and the fire, waiting for the sun to climb under the pale blue sky that binds us. Now, for a moment, I have given up. The noise of the crowd is a new silence, the sun on my shoulders, freedomó a freedom I felt only before when I was the daughter of a king, walking in another field in the first warmth of May. What can my eyes follow but a pale yellow butterfly moving away from me, leaf after leaf? Not that I am not afraid of burning, but for a moment, I tell you, I feel free. Almost not wanting him to come out of the forest, throwing a gown over my chemise, pulling my body up on the back of his horse, binding me, binding me to him once again.