Ten Meditations On The First Hot Night Of The Year

I. In all. I have come to believe
That
You leapt…
Desert-dancer

II. Italian shadows.
Bersaglieri.

III. The mere fact that
In it I list you.
Rome fell.

IV. Was it once Syria?
No
Of course not.

V. When the Wolves leap
For Byron ~ some poet ~ it is alright.
To use. The same word
Twice

VI. I wept
And---yet---still
Somehow

VII. dusky
Wine. Restlessness of
Alone. You hang
As wet layers of
Humidity

VIII. Back-country
In Biblical occurrences rising up
Like a silver-glint of Hope
In me

IX. Already---the flakes of glass
Mixed in. blinding
Me from the Desert.
What, then---
You, I suppose

X. What we Lost
We start off, my Darling,
To
Say such
Words.
War's Wrath