Review

The rooms are here: see with me how the windows

Are cracked in remembered patterns. There were also

Particular songs: voices heard in the evening

And another evening the same: shadows observed:

Leaving a lighted church on a winter night:

Walks in a latesummer pasture. These insured

A way to whatever it was, a thing to come

Of all such growing united. Now to explain

The dissolution: beneath what cornicework

Of closely ignored buildings, and among which faces:

Above what sound of shovels on drifted walks

Beyond drawn shades on a lately forgotten morning.