Clark Street

Clark street, clark street where are you going?

I am lost now in the river in its way and in its flowing.

We are going bent under dark and the vagueness of beer -

here, no there, not there, no here

where whither here are we, O clark street, whither going?

Here clark street they have left open the window

and a hand lies light on the soot sill.

We are going, and between wheels it is a kind of stillness

of patience of dim profligacy -

but they have left open one window.

Clark, clark, clark, have we forgotten

going all night with the way of the dark -

flowing oh going

O clark, not forgetting

the light at the corner with the broken globe.