A Poem for Ilya Kaminski

With Evening

 

—for Ilya Kaminski

 

 

Comes tea in a glass—such a small thing.

Wind at the window—such a large thing. 

 

& walk about, raising books & pages. 

O I’ve had the feeling before—

 

life inside a life, like a worm

inside the thistle—writing 

 

inside the thistle,

dear brother, poets say

 

heaven is unfastened;

call us soon, 

 

we’ve kept our windows open.