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?

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?

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