YVES BONNEFOY'S WALK


Two cities attain
your eraser today

to die writing an invention
with a sign, moon, birdsong

away from the earliness
of a train to Paris

your senses recognized
by veiled window

a half- burnt sun guides you
the Seine wind lashes the river

watch for seven
in the mourning dove-cote

spendthrift sunshine is hot
in the fleece of a moment

at the Louvre's shadows
remembering the last Fauvre

as witness in an art book
of Derain's "The Turning Road."