(for a nightingale)

Tossing in redhot sheets

with two granite pillows,

every sleepless night

he keeps faith and enchants.

Such a silvery crystal song

better performed than any tenor

so many perfect variations.

But no fool he, this minute brown bird,

his lovely lust only let loose

on balmy spring nights.

Never when just cold blackness

filled only by harsh owl shrieks.