ACROSS the walled continent
at the back of the rainy horn-white mountains
reading the names of the rainsmoking towns over and over
at last my name dampens and slips away
from the motionless figure on the sofa
tonnage of thumb and forefinger slanting [...]
UNDER the British grey, the smoked slats of the ceiling,
their rhythm, velocity, elegance
are gathered into time at increasing speed.
The horses whinny, leaping through the Venetian flames.
Ares clasps his knee restlessly, his heel
rests lightly on [...]
on their high, potlike bronze helmets
the two heroes gesture in profile
like formal and magnified black ants.
A dog sits watching.
Their names, and the dog's, float overhead
with BEAUTIFUL MIKON, near the acanthus handle
where the players [...]