Not the difference between night-filled room and day-
washed garden but between both
those and the inside of a book when it is closed.
Whatever those pronouns refer to, I do.
The wing of the ceiling can close
on the meaning of the floor and still contain a woman.
Never such a conquering as that
hush, and the push of my window out to sea.
Stop dreaming of a separate bell and sound–
distance is decoration.