Womanly, a shadow combed
Her dark tremendous hair beyond the violet border
Of my sleep. Strong passionate hands I had, but could not find
The red position of her heart, not the subtle order
Of her lips and breasts, nor the breathing cities of her mind.
— Stanley Kunitz, from “Poem,” The Collected Poems (W. W. Norton & Company; Reprint edition April 17, 2002) Originally published 2000.