It’s easy to talk, and writing words on the page
doesn’t involve much risk as a general rule:
You might as well be knitting late at night
in a warm room, in a soft, treacherous light…
Nurses and nuns—
their sails whiter than those
of the yachts in the bay, they come and go
on winged feet, most of them, or in ‘sensible’ shoes.
Don’t waste your time, Leuconoé, living in fear and hope
of the imprevisable future; forget the horoscope.
He dances to that music in the wood
As if history were no more than a dream.
Who said the banished gods were gone for good?