Letter to the Grand Duchess Christina

Are you full tonight,
my white rising dark-sided moon?
How full she looks,
this sister of this brother...

I will catch it with a fishing net.
Rock and dust and craters.
Then I will stand and reach reaching
through the Holy of holies,
the circling barren star-gazing drifter,
Cardinal Bellarmine.

Oh Orsini forgive me the soul of a man
who has followed the fading heavens,
roamlight blinded,
and afford me a final
wordless silent moment here.


2012