"Entryway in Shadow."
You've got to listen in the beginning real careful,
because there's like 20 pages of narrative
packed into a couple of lines.
"Entryway in Shadow."
"In Rome, on the Piazza di Spagna, a young Italian man.
They made love in his attic room, off the Via Anselmo.
Funny to remember that, she says, but not his name.
I was 17.
She named the baby Anselmo, half his mother
and half the entire land of Italy.
On that long walk, Anselmo will never meet his father.
40 years pass.
The lover is--"
Well, I just revised it.
"40 years pass.
The lover is taking his Sunday morning walk
when it comes to him.
He's watching his shadow pass an entryway,
her rounded, wholesome body furious above his own.
Clairvoyant resonances turn up everywhere we look--
footsteps on the walk, the mailman come and gone.
That's not unusual, in all of us the same thing
has gone missing."