名人诗歌|Did Not Come Back

In the roan hour between then then again， the now， in the Babel

Of a sorrel ship gone horizontal to a prow^{1 of night， the breach2 of owls3}

Abducted^{4 by broad light， but blind， in the crime， the titanesque of rare}

Assaultwe who have come backpetitioning， from the chair

Electric with bad news， from the stunning^{5， from the narrows}

Of an evening gall^{6， from the mooring7 of an hour slanted8 on the follow}

Bow， she rose from a bed of Ireland like a flyted trout^{9， a shiny}

Marvel^{10 on the sailor's deck， an apologiapining}

As once， as at a salted empire port， he washed

Her fleeted body they lied， the best of them， the cream crush

Of this， the madrigal^{11 sacrifice of that， the best of them，}

The slowest velvet^{12 suffocation13 of their kind， did not come}

Whittled^{14 back by autumn， at an hour between thorn chaff15，}

Not come riddled^{16 with oblivion， the crossing a shepherd's staff，}

The moment between Have Shall Not Want， we who have salt

Always know， that we who havethe best of usdid not come back.