This poem is taken from PN Review 100, Volume 21 Number 2, November - December 1994.
Seven Poems
from The Dark Dialogues
I
I always meant to only
Language swings away
Further before me.
Language swings away
Before me as I go
With again the night rising
Up to accompany me
And that other fond
Metaphor, the sea.
Images of night
And the sea changing
Should know me well enough.
Wanton with riding lights
And staring eyes, Europa
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