Groping back to bed after a piss br I part the thick curtains, and am startled by br The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness. br br Four o'clock: wedge-shaped gardens lie br Under a cavernous, a wind-pierced sky. br There's something laughable about this, br br The way the moon dashes through the clouds that blow br Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart br (Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below) br br High and preposterous and separate-- br Lozenge of love! Medallion of art! br O wolves of memory! Immensements! No, br br One shivers slightly, looking up there. br The hardness and the brightness and the plain br far-reaching singleness of that wide stare br br Is a reminder of the strength and pain br Of being young; that it can't come again, br But is for others undiminished somewhere.