1. In the need of a name I can see him standing on the platform, there. I can see that he has decided not to get onto the train which is expected, one for which he has long had his ticket. I can see him, nameless, there and know, from the look of him, how he has appeared, that he is a man with a wife and child. I know too that he has decided, also, that he will not see them again. And I can see further, through this nameless man. I can see his wife, their child, their apartment, and can sense the murmur of his thinking, of his thinking of her, of them, how he sees them, just too quietly as yet to discern its end.
Three Poems towards a Fiction
Three Poems towards a Fiction
Three Poems towards a Fiction
1. In the need of a name I can see him standing on the platform, there. I can see that he has decided not to get onto the train which is expected, one for which he has long had his ticket. I can see him, nameless, there and know, from the look of him, how he has appeared, that he is a man with a wife and child. I know too that he has decided, also, that he will not see them again. And I can see further, through this nameless man. I can see his wife, their child, their apartment, and can sense the murmur of his thinking, of his thinking of her, of them, how he sees them, just too quietly as yet to discern its end.