The Night Glass



    If you lend ear to idle tales                     about Hesperus and Phospherus           

   they while away the oddest hours                     speak                              

                                                  with each other                      in a firkin patois

                                                  and keep books                      of cultish import.

 

                             Being thus apprised                       we sight our objects

                 thermidor revolutionaries                       sprawled across the chart table

                                                     pitch mustard                        firmament

                                                              overhead                        receptive as a cellar hatch.

                           

      The Fantin-Latour rattles                        there in the frame

       and I pull from your arm                        a shard of glass

                    a bauble fragment                       or the blade of citrus knife

                                    and begin                        to mark the azimuth.