• I tried to think a lonelier Thing

    Than any I had seen —

    Some Polar Expiation — An Omen in the Bone

    Of Death's tremendous nearness —


    I probed Retrieveless things

    My Duplicate — to borrow —

    A Haggard Comfort springs


    From the belief that Somewhere —

    Within the Clutch of...

  • It might be lonelier

    Without the Loneliness —

    I'm so accustomed to my Fate —

    Perhaps the Other — Peace —


    Would interrupt the Dark —

    And crowd the little Room —

    Too scant — by Cubits — to contain

    The Sacrament — of Him —


    I am not used to Hope —

    It might...