Last thing at night and only one Man in the street, And even he was gone complete Into an absence as he stood Beside the lamplight longitude. He stood so long and still, it would Take men in longer streets to find What this was chewing in his mind.
From All the Poems of Muriel Spark by Muriel Spark. Copyright © 2004 by by Muriel Spark. Reprinted by permission of New Directions. All rights reserved.