I have walked long in the garden
And gathered jasmines for Juliet.
So easy. So easy.
I have gathered jasmines for Cressida
But she looked away, burst the door
In my face that my eyes to this day
Keep the sea on her name.
I have gathered jasmines for Matilda
She laughed, wined me on a promise
That at the last syllable of my lyre
Melt into swears of steel.
I have gathered. I have gathered. Wrecks.
Wreck. I am. Alone, an abstracted distance,
Memorial to contusion in winter's blunderbuss.