CREPUSCULE DU MATIN
“All night I wrestled with a memory
which knocked insurgent
at the gates of thought.
The crumbled wreck of years
behind has wrought
its disillusion. Now I only cry
for peace, for power to forget the lie
which Hope too long
has whispered. So I sought
the sleep which would not come,
And night was fraught
with old emotions weeping silently.
I heard your voice again, and knew the things
which you had promised
proved an empty vaunt.
I felt your clinging hands
while night’s broad wings
cherished our love in darkness.
From the lawn
a sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt.
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.”