As the father turns away from the thought
\nof his failure, the hands remove
\nhis glasses and rub his eyes over<\/p>\n
and over, drying the nonexistent tears.
\nUnknown to the one who is troubled
\nabout losing his hair, his fingers stroke<\/p>\n
his baldness as he speaks. the body,
\nour constant companion, understands
\nthe loneliness of the hostess in her dark<\/p>\n
driveway, embracing herself after the guests who reads the same happy ending to each not have known the curse of sorrow the body, which longs for transformation the streets of the town, until they seem Explore an earlier version of this poem through a question about craft.<\/p> <\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n
\nwho promised more<\/em> and soon<\/em> have gone,
\nand even visits the old schoolteacher<\/p>\n
\nnew class, working her toes in her shoes.
\nHow could the people of the kingdom<\/p>\n
\nwas nothing more than a long sleep
\nthey had only to wake from? In dreams<\/p>\n
\ntoo, suddenly lifts us above the dark
\nroofs of our houses, and far above<\/p>\n
\nlike any other small things fastened to earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\t\t