Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere malle
    quam mihi, non si se Iuppiter ipse petat.
dicit: sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti 

Now we are going mad not saying goodbye 
in elmed Milwaukee evening, everyone here—
Aunt May and Margaret, and Tom John’s limpid eye

Astride 
the Cabot 
fault,

Glass 
and wide sea view
Race that walks

This bed is all hay and honey, 
fragrant with semen; 
yet it put a crimp in Anita’s spine. 

O transients on earth, what is man? 
what not? The shadow cast 
by a dream. But one whom the gods give 

Now shut, closed, taken their life deeply back into themselves‚
Looking out from the cliff over the barren oneness of the sea—
Those cabins that have served as the boards of a stage 

                 the boats
        to illustrate
the drift of light, shifting

The long waves boom in the naked Norwegian caves, 
Men with gray hair come, men 
Like Polynesians, their long hair is like bark falling from a waterfall, 

Cold, cold … 
In the end it began to snow 
Mercifully, like bandages