I. How much I long for the night to come Again — I am restless all afternoon — And the huge stars to appear All over the heavens!… The black spaces between stars… And the blue to fade away.
II. I worked on poems with my back to the window, Waiting for the darkness that I remember Noticing from my cradle. When I step over and open the door, I am A salmon slipping over the gravel into the ocean.
III. One star stands alone in the western darkness: Arcturus. Caught in their love, the Arabs called it The Keeper of Heaven. I think It was in the womb that I received The thirst for the dark heavens.