ENCOUNTER

Nothing, of course, comes entirely by itself.

You too must search in order to find. In the morning

the sun comes in from the window to the cast and discolors

the two crimson armchairs; it stays a while, then withdraws,

leaving behind it but an idea of mildness-that

quiet effacement.

And the carpet flowers,

previously stepped on, have their justification, have

their car glued to the floor, listening

the rhythmical galloping of underground horses. Then

the unspeaking woman enters; and you see

how she takes care not to step on the flowers.

Perhaps the inconceivable can be endured by two together,

although it never reveals itself to more than one.