That’s Beethoven’s something? Not anymore.
It’s the sound, now, of your whole life and of every visitor
who comes for you—flower holders, ditchers, Adventists
all made doorbell virtuosi by
My friends cancel their daughter’s birthday party;
the wife is in labor. I wake up lonely
for an ex or, since they’re most of the women
I know, friends’ wives. The
All after pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tir’d, bodie and minde,
With full crie of affections, quite astray,
I took up the next inne I could
My dog Sophia sits this evening watching me,
attending to my every move. I don’t move much.
She has been fed, and walked, and run, and now we sit,
amid my study’