This poem is taken from PN Review 8, Volume 5 Number 4, July - September 1979.
The Dressing Gown
I lay in the cool light
As it gleamed on the silk paper,
Calm after the night,
Watching the motes caper
Across the small pane
Through one sunny taper.
The walls of that high room
Shone as never before.
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