So drawn and stark, has only futile strength.
The love they cherish in this stolen meeting
Through all the day that follows makes her sweeter,
And him perhaps it only leaves more bitter.
But you that have not love at all, old men
That warm your fingers by this fire, discreetly
Play out your morning game of dominoes.
THE VIEW AT GUNDERSON’S
Sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea,
Gazing from his window, this is what you see: