Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear <br />The Ace of Spades. They fear <br />Loves offered suddenly, turning from the mantelpiece, <br />Sweet with decision. And they distrust <br />The fireworks by the lakeside, first the spuft, <br />Then the colored lights, rising. <br />Tentative, hesitant, doubtful, they consume <br />Greedily Caesar at the prow returning, <br />Locked in the stone of his act and office. <br />While the brass band brightly bursts over the water <br />They stand in the crowd lining the shore <br />Aware of the water beneath Him. They know it. Their eyes <br />Are haunted by water <br /> <br />Disturb me, compel me. It is not true <br />That "no man is happy," but that is not <br />The sense which guides you. If we are <br />Unfinished (we are, unless hope is a bad dream), <br />You are exact. You tug my sleeve <br />Before I speak, with a shadow's friendship, <br />And I remember that we who move <br />Are moved by clouds that darken midnight.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-this-moment-of-time/
