'The Draft' and Other Poems

The Draft

First this: who is speaking? Careful,
it's dark. No, no, say careful, the darkness
is brimming with something. Yes.

First this: who is speaking? Careful,
the darkness is brimming with something.
With what? The darkness is swarming
with resolution. First this: who is

speaking? Careful, the darkness is swimming
with resolution. Put out your hand.



Your Room at Midnight was Suddenly

after Cavafy, 'The God Abandons Antony'

I.

rich with the feeling of your hearing
an unseen procession, a procession rich itself
with the strains of its beauty, a low
darkness of voices - but now is no time to mourn your loss,
...