Body Of Evidence Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

It is the body
That remembers with no strain:
it hardly does to trust
the brain-poor thing

Which fails when wanted

All it's vaunted cunning can't bring forth
An ancient rose: the body's silken network caught
It's fragrance easily

And even holds
The melody that never passed-
the notes or hearing

Somewhere runs on
endless song - with winds like fingers playing

In some unlikely place
Beyond the brains imaging
Between the spaces
Of the stars perhaps

Where two and two
Add not- to this or that

Some strange assertive
Of the blood permits such
Grand and mysterious heresy