- Someone at a table under a brown metal lamp
- is studying the history of poetry.
- Someone in the library at closing-time
- has learned to say modernism,
- trope, vatic, text.
- She is listening for shreds of music.
- He is searching for his name
- back in the old country.
- They cannot learn without teachers.
- They are like us what we were
- if you remember.
- .
- In a corner of night a voice
- is crying in a kind of whisper:
- More!
- .
- Can you remember? when we thought
- the poets taught how to live?
- That is not the voice of a critic
- nor a common reader
- it is someone young in anger
- hardly knowing what to ask
- who finds our lines our glosses
- wanting in this world.