These are two short poems that go together.
The first is called "Rue des Blanc Manteaux,"
which is rue des the white--
road of the white coats.
The second is called "Return to Rue des Manteaux.
"Certainly objects-- places--
writhe with uncertainty.
Not ours about them but their own.
Promiscuous colors, the summer truths.
He was in love with yellow, but unfaithful with blue
every chance he got.
The sun kept the dayjail, The nightjail had no keeper at all.
His eyelids stuttered, he wore his cell like a beautiful coat.
His friends published a long list of his crimes
in the paper ending with Mythomania.
The cops brought candy years later
to be remembered as a nature of things, a sweetness."
"When we arrived, it was much as we expected,
we had sent our imaginings ahead to do the dirty work:
a small arch on a street of windows gang'd with ghostly
wedding gowns opening onto a sudden place which wanted us --
all this in the late afternoon beneath the balcony
of having to return."