IN THE STUDY
He spends more time in his reading chair
He's seen the hawk that eats small birds
He watches his wife gardening, smiling sometimes.
THROUGH THE FRIENDLY SILENCE OF THE MOON
I know that color—
We have no word for it.
I've heard there is a woman's name
And then there is the ancient writer
I've heard that sound that is not sound,
"Through the Friendly Silence of the Moon" came just after a time when I was rereading a bunch of Yeats, including his very puzzling Per Amica Silentia Lunae, which even T. S. Eliot couldn't figure out. It's a line from Virgil, where he describes the Greek ships moving quietly through the night. And I had just met an interesting person and was told that her name was the name given moonlight on water. I don't know if that was true.