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September Sunday, 1976: To Lady PostScript, 6
[the reader is respectfully asked to read the notation at the bottom of part 1]
He knows, already, that he will stay up
late, sleeplessly, not sure slumber will fall
on him, being now inarticulate
to tell even his best friend of the change:
a new experience more mystical
than the insipid fantasies he hears
too much in dormitory corridors.
He will search for some arching metaphor---
like: how her presence brought the afternoon's
weavings of colors---odors---sounds---into
a summary of beauty that exceeds
new songs plucked on tuned strings of ancient lutes;
as she sat near the dining hall's window
surrounded by the slightly slanted light.
