- 1. The End Of The Weekend
A dying firelight slides along the quirt
Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans
Against my father's books. The lariat
Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans
...
- 2. Birdwatchers Of America
Itâ??s all very well to dream of a dove that saves,
Picassoâ??s or the Popeâ??s,
The one that annually coos in Our Ladyâ??s ear
Half the worldâ??s hopes,
...
- 3. Peripeteia
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs,
My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture
Of mink. A little craning about to see
If anyone I know is in the audience,
...
- 4. Eclogue Of The Shepherd And The Townie
SHEPHERD
Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel,
...
- 5. Clair De Lune
Powder and scent and silence. The young dwarf
Shoulders his lute. The moon is Levantine.
It settles its pearl in every glass of wine.
Harlequin is already at the wharf.
...
- 6. A Hill
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur,
I had a vision once - though you understand
It was nothing at all like Dante's, or the visions of saints,
And perhaps not a vision at all. I was with some friends,
...
