Another Elegy

I tried, you know, I wanted to,



I got a couple of volumes, three



Or four, and I didn’t do



Anything, years, so I rolled it



Up and went, went and un-



Rolled it, got to a friend,



A warehouse, a treatise saying



Years of goodbye, it went on.



I tried to be over and of course,



In vain, I found it, a shore,



Completed it and it died,



I mean something sticks, I did,



Meanwhile sleep, you know,



Drenched or silent, an ash



Presented and taken away, years



In that little wrong boat



Gotten so that I might give



With much and forever, nevertheless



These things carried along