In the evening br all the hours that weren't used br are emptied out br and the beggars are waiting to gather them up br to open them br to find the sun in each one br and teach it its beggar's name br and sing to it It is well br through the night br br but each of us br has his own kingdom of pains br and has not yet found them all br and is sailing in search of them day and night br infallible undisputed unresting br filled with a dumb use br and its time br like a finger in a world without handsbr br William Stanley Merwinbr br