the winter anthology
Vol. 9
Geoffrey Hill
luxe, calme et
volupté
to PMH
Lost is not vanished; nor is it finished;
more like a haunting from the ghosted future
that was not ours and cannot now be called
through into being by too late consent.
Motions toward life are not living
except abstractly I am moved to say.
Both of us here conjoined in epitaph
awaiting stone.