A wall of fire steals across the prairie 
and the string quartet in the downstairs parlor 
breaks off suddenly when a blizzard of light invades our sleep, 

Everybody has a point of view,
         a public expression when
                all is said and done,

That light behind the Olympics at supper hour—
it takes a sky of clouds from here to there
to spot the sun, seam and snow just right.

Two events have a spacelike separation.
Show that a frame can be found in which
the two events occur at the same time.

The blackboard is erased in the attic 
And the wind turns up the light of the stars, 
Sinewy now. Someone will find out, someone will know.

Yes, I am home again, and alone.
Today wrote letters, then took my dog
Out through the sad November woods.

How strange to be sitting in this room,
to be noticing the windows — clearer than air—
how they let in everything, the leaves,

For a while I shall still be leaving.
Looking back at you as you slip away
Into the magic islands of the mind.

tonight I was reminded of our house in England,
the little record player that always skipped.
Our dozen records seemed such a luxury, although

We are happy walking on the dead,
sea breezes milling with the herbs ground down
on the hard pestle of the earth