In the end, I made myself br Known to your wife as br A god would, in her own house, in br Ithaca, a voice br Without a body: she br Paused in her weaving, her head turning br First to the right, then left br Though it was hopeless of course br To trace that sound to any br Objective source: I doubt br She will return to her loom br With what she knows now. When br You see her again, tell her br This is how a god says goodbye: br If I am in her head forever br I am in your life forever.