What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?
It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?
I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.
When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking
'Is this the one I am too appear for,
Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar?
Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus,
Internal rhyme or assonance is used in the words ‘cooking’ and ‘looking’. The gift is personified as something that observes and thinks about her, suggesting that she is preoccupied with her ‘gift’ – a metaphorical representation of death.
A Birthday Present