don't worry I know you're dead but tonight turn your face again toward me when I hear your voice there is now no direction in which to turn I sleep and wake and sleep and wake and sleep and wake and but tonight turn your face again toward me see upon my shoulders is the yoke that is not a yoke don't worry I know you're dead but tonight turn your face again
From Desire (Farrar, Straus and Giroux). Copyright © 1997 by Frank Bidart. Reprinted by permission of the author.