that poem with the two meanings

[lilmisspony]

Triste Triste by Gwen Harwood


In the space between love and sleep
when heart mourns in its prison
eyes against shoulder keep their
blood-black curtains tight.
Body rolls back like a stone, and risen
spirit walks to Easter light; away from
its tomb of bone,away from the
guardian tents of eyesight, walking
alone to unbearable light with angelic
gestures.The fallen instruments of its
passion lie in the relic darkness of
sleep and love. And heart from its
prison cries to the spirit walking
above:

“I was with you in agony. Remember
your promise of paradise,”
and hammers and hammers,
“Remember me.”

So the loved other is held for mortal
comfort, and taken, and the spirit’s
light dispelled as it falls from its dream
to the deep to harrow heart’s prison
so heart may waken to peace in the
paradise of sleep.