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Cambridge by Night

Down the aisles of this dark town

Pass faces and faces I have known

In the green, dog days, I

forget their names, Forget their faces.

Every public place in this city

Is a sideshow of souls sword-swallowing pity:

Father Dog-face barks without a sound,

The penny candles stare me down.

You were so close I could have touched the dead

Childhood in your face,

Left my mother's house a bride

With a light, Night-light, dawn, to be by your side

All night,

But wanting pity, pity stood

Between us in your face.

Nothing troubles the dark: the last

Tiffany windows are out. Their ghosts

Might be my dutch uncles; pity

it's summer, they're out of the city.