About the politics

We lay on the grass,
Yellowed with summer, jaundiced, we
Watched the polished hearse
Of winter slide in silently.

Katharine: This is just to say-
Elizabeth: Don't say it.
I can't reply in kind.

In the next silent country
I had thought it might be different
But you wanted me to be
Away from you, indifferent.

Elizabeth: Do you love me?
Katharine: I always-
Elizabeth: Do you love me, Nick?

I kept my eyes blank,
And carefully plotted it out.
My innocence sank
Beyond my necessary doubt.

Katharine: This is just to say-
Elizabeth: Don't.

I only waited
Burning in my emotion, in
My violence, sated
Only by love, my second skin.

Katharine: I don't love you.
Elizabeth: I know.