Room At Arles

Just behind that wall, I think
She pulls her stockings on:
The creaking floor speaks through the door
Of one foot then the other
The curtains wave a flag to say
This afternoon is done
And giving in to evening who has
Beat him like a brother
Giving in to evening who has
Beat him like a brother
Just outside the window
Time has slipped its skin
A fallen glove behind you, love
My shadow never moving
The ground will rise to meet me
Right where my knees begin
The sun will slip between them now
To button my undoing
The sun will slip between them now
To button my undoing
Crows and then another crow
Beside me in a tree
Like black shoes in a dusty row
Trailing after me
My hands are wet from walking
But I’m high enough to see
The stars that wait below me
Where my hat has fallen free …
Out above the rooftops
The moon is holding sway;
A narrow eye low in the sky
Knowing what I’m knowing
I have left the table now
And this is just to say;
Every song I’ve ever sung
Has bee a song for going