Chateau Hardware

from The Double Dream of Spring (1970)

        It was always November there. The farms
	Were a kind of precinct; a certain control
	Had been exercised. The little birds
	Used to collect along the fence.
	It was the great “as though,” the how the day went,
	The excursions of the police
	As I pursued my bodily functions, wanting
	Neither fire nor water,
	Vibrating to the distant pinch
	And turning out the way I am, turning out to greet you.