Having Rounding the Corners
I am softer as an adult
than I was becoming one.
I allow myself more luxury, more self-
deception -- more smiling.
How attractive I am!
How attractive we are!
Quietism on a Long Winter's Evening
In middle-age, we learn to play
new instruments easily, pleasantly:
we have become comfortable
with what we suppose to be
a sort of sopped-up mastery over things:
When the time is right, we find
we find the familiar articulations
with which reality
and unfolds itself