retirement poem

from song and dream for ever gone
when the wind works against us in the dark
see, from this counterfeit of him
made up of loveliness alone
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
their beautiful hair
she must go back, she said
i saw the first pear
there was a strangeness on your lips
by the rude bridge
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
give me hunger