Cabin Paul Bowles

The cabin was cozy
And hollyhocks grew
Bright by the door
Till his whisper crept through

The sun on the sill
Was yellow and warm
Till she lifted the latch
For a man or a storm

Now the cabin falls
To the winter wind
And the walls cave in
Where they kissed and sinned

And the long white rain
Sweeps clean the room
Like a white-haired witch
With a long straw broom!