The first is the earliest poem I've kept. It was written when I was 19 or 20. The second was written in 1986, just before my first marriage came apart.
BETWEEN THE PILLARS
I walk between the pillars;
The shadeless winter light
Fades- and faint stars shiver in
An artificial night.
Perspectives are reversed here.
The far-off comes near-to.
I find lost friends on every path
And at the crossroads- you.
The long straight hair, the black coat to her ankles,
And Kali's silver image on a chain
Laid flat against her narrow breast- I loved her,
But never thought I'd dream of her again.
Then just the other night she sent a letter;
She had a husband now, she'd cut her hair.
We met as friends. We all sat down to dinner.
It seemed immensely safe to have her there.
And in the other dream there was a monster,
At least a mile in length. It filled the lake.
People walked past it unperturbed. It lay there
Like a big tanker, moveless but awake.