love poetry

for truth, for love
city that is not a city
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
lady, your heart has turned to dust
earth travails
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i bid them all farewell
from floor to ceiling
they in the darkness gather and ask
there by the window in the old house
as a naked man i go
beautiful, tragical faces
in the dark and peace of my final bed
the hypocritic days