The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore,
rouses from the mare’s-nest of his drowsy head
propped on 'The Meaning of Meaning'.
He catwalks down our corridor.
makes my agonized blue window bleaker.
Crows maunder on the petrified fairway.
Absence! My heart grows tense
as though a harpoon were sparring for the kill.
(This is the house for the “mentally ill.”)
from Waking in the Blue, by Robert Lowell