I wake, thinking it is the sun
Until it pulled the heart right out of the boy, until
I was too shy to stop.
I’ll dig with it.
Am I alone? Spies
Haul them off! Hide them!
By noon Brownlee was famous;
All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears
In a world without flies. My loneliness exists
An amulet, an enigma. Omit elan. Omit bingo.
[Ai, Brigit Pegeen Kelly, Elizabeth Bishop, Seamus Heaney, Louise Gluck, Richard Wilbur, Paul Muldoon, John Berryman, Marcus Wicker, Paisley Rekdal]