He’s gone from him forever,     and ever since he’s sought
his lips on the lips of every     boy he goes to bed with,
wanting to fool himself         into thinking those are the very

Damon the artisan (none as fine as
he in the Peloponnese) is
fashioning the Retinue of Dionysus

Here let me stop. Let me too look at Nature for a while.
The morning sea and cloudless sky
a brilliant blue, the yellow shore: all

House, coffeehouses, neighborhood: setting
that I see and where I walk; year after year.

Quickly done, on the deck of the ship;
an enchanting afternoon.
The Ionian Sea all around us.