Hard light, nailed into concrete
Will plate me a halo tomorrow.
I'll stand in it, in front of it,
Making money indoors. And how,
Wearing that canny light,
Can I letter love free
Of error? Especially the sheet
Glass brightly burnishes me.
I'm clean type, smart as mail,
Fast as steel on a Tuesday.
Love, how can I tell
Grave love in the plane of day?
Can't you give me the studded air,
Midnight, weather of heaven,
Moon lilies, dreams in my ear?
Not you, no. When sun
Resolutely steeps ships, towers,
Domes, theatres, slantwise,
I'll have to hazard it. Hours
Of iron, elevators, floors
Of my own corridors, all these
Will stir into gravity, when time pours
Softer shadows over us.