Room at Arles

Just behind that wall, I think, She pulls her stockings on: The creaking floor speaks through the door Of one foot then the other The curtains wave a flag to say This afternoon is done And giving in to evening who has Beat him like a brother, Giving in to evening who has Beat him like a brother Just outside the window Time has slipped its skin, A fallen glove behind you, love, My shadow never moving The ground will rise to meet me Right where my knees begin, The sun will slip between them now To button my undoing, The sun will slip between them now To button my undoing Crows and then another crow Beside me in a tree, Like black shoes in a dusty row Trailing after me My hands are wet from walking, But I'm high enough to see The stars that wait below me Where my hat has fallen free ... Out above the rooftops The moon is holding sway; A narrow eye low in the sky, Knowing what I'm knowing I have left the table now And this is just to say; Every song I've ever sung Has bee a song for going