May 20th

i hear the giant throbbing of the night

like a dying engine, squalling, failing,

Unutterably deep...

I'll go for a walk in the morning

Overhear the talk

Of schoolboys, innocent curses

Dropped from mouths

That remind me resoundingly

Of eternity. ... My own backyards and days,

Manhood-cursings, my own vanities and self-deceptions

So breathlessly conveyed.