A dictionary definition

Main Entry: cue   Function: noun

1 a : a signal (as a word, phrase, or bit of stage business) to a performer to begin a specific speech or action

b : something serving a comparable purpose;  HINT

 

The White Butterfly

Child, too young in tears to understand

Now why you run this twisting, zigzag race

Through clovered lawns and stone-flushed streets to chase

A butterfly; why silk, white wings command

Bare feet to follow; why your tight-cupped hand

A hundred times will clutch some shining place

But never hold, nor graze, the slightest trace

Of splendor; it is heaven you demand.

A hundred flirting butterflies from now

You will have won your sadness, and the right

To smile when children run, to tell them how

You almost caught that beauty. Then, the sight

Of trembling, white, remembered wings will wake

The call of chase, oh, brighter than the ache.

 

 

Chantey for the Bride’s March

Lofted pipes roll out a tidal chord

Upon this morning’s beach, a bleached- aisle church

Now spread with sun-wake. All of whiteness poured

Upon me, I will walk my maiden march,

Glide satin-slippered over sand to meet

The shore. I come to you as oceans come,

White-crested, throbbing to a tidal beat

That swathes me, swirls me, crushes bones to foam—

Though I am frozen in a bridal-blanched

Serenity that turns the sea to mist,

Or ice. If organ swells have only wrenched

The real, then when the march ends, I am lost.

But I have seen where wave wraps wave they mesh

And fathom depths. I come with singing flesh.

 

 

To a Young Girl Watching the Stars at Night

There must be better ways to take your flight

From silences that make a sleep too full

For ordinary dreams. Any fool

Would tell you stars are penny cheap at night,

No more phenomenal than dust. What right

Have you to conjure magic here, to call

One lonely light your own and chart its trail

With solemn vigil? Dear, the world is bright

With buried stars.

l’m not the fool to tell

You that, nor will I say a penny dream

Can build a fortune. But ths day will seem

To sparkle long past dawn, and when the spell

Has lost its fire, the darkness will be far

More tender for the presence of a star.