Hundreds of friends share my desk with me Leaving coffee and wine and tobacco stains All over the place, their thoughts cluttering my mind Dreams and possibilities for my heart
Yevtushenko and his Silver Age poets More Russian poets Shakespeare in a worn college omnibus Larry McMurtry (One must understood that in Texas Lonesome Dove is a holy text) The Oxford Book of Twentieth Century English Verse The Oxford Book of Narrative Verse The Oxford Book of Christian Verse The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Leonard Cohen and his famous blue raincoat Cavafy at an oblique angle to the universe Wordsworth and Dorothy out for a walk Plath Keats Sondheim Montale Hopkins The Oxford Book of English Verse, the 1939 Q Edition (Not that Q!) The Oxford Book of English Verse, the 1999 Ricks Edition Pasternak Lewis Frankl The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse Kafka Herrick Milosz Virgil Tennyson Wavell and his manly flowers Claude McKay 300 Tang poets (they do seem to drink a lot) Mary Oliver and all her doggies
So there they are, in untidy rows and piles (The Tang poets simply will not behave) They are patient with my slovenliness Pens, screwdrivers, a Rosary, two light bulbs (I don’t know why) A thermometer from my grandparents’ house
A 1962 Missale Romano and a toy fire truck An Orthodox ikon from Tod of happy memory A Tupperware coffee cup they don’t make anymore Spare spectacles for seeing what comes next
Hundred of friends who ask the best of me And who don’t mind my rows and piles of words They talk to me, and I ask their advice I pray I am not a disappointment to them