Strange
Nocturne No. 1
Clear to me now how I could be So careless as to throw you away— I simply, blindly chose to remain The thing for which you fell: a boy Needful to say, I failed to rise To the occasion of a dawn So early, fiery, bare, full-on I pulled the sheets up, closed my eyes Decades later, I lower my head Over a crib; and God knows what Stellar sparks would fly and shoot If our strange children ever met
[cover image: Weegee]
Beautiful melodic arc: dawn/dark, sun/stars, rising/lowering, sheet/crib. The boy at the start, the children at the end.