young and wild 

like on a night long past you can 

lean on me. 

caught beneath a bleeding dark

sky by a fierce humidity

i speak as a soul 

that had to keep still as a stone 

to hear what was sweet and true

so young and so wild

always slipping out of view

bartering under the searing sun 

i won some and lost some too

acquiesced a bit of some essential

for a glimpse of you. And

i survived months underwater 

i survived on salt 

I survived on the dry dirt 

of the fault lines and 

Succulents

I survived and when I spoke 

I spoke through the rustle of

the high yellow grass. I said:

young and wild.

I wear the laurel wreath of 

my profession,

and it is made of pages 

of leaves 

containing all i have seen

honeycomb and 

voracity 

purple morning glories

i am a deliriant,

Deliriously

free.

young and wild 

camille claudel 1864-1943