Hell

R.

B.

HN speaks: “After so many years of pursuing the ideal I came home.

But I had caught sight of it.

You see it sometimes in the blue-silver wake Of island schooners, bound for Anegada, say.

And it takes other forms.

I saw it flickering once In torches by the railroad tracks in Medellín.

When I was very young I thought that love would come And seize and take me south and I would see the rose;

And that all ambiguities we knew would merge Like orchids on a word.

Say this:

I sought the immortal word.”                               So saying he went on To join those who preceded him;                               and there were those that followed.