The Partisans of Cervignano

for Anya

Giorgione gave this light a name / In this evening light the awaited / Arrives like a god / From all directions at once. // In this evening light the awaited / Bears the weight of the tools / Off the shoulders / Of those walking home from the hills- // In this evening light the awaited / Expects to find / On a wooden table / Wine the colour of the moon. // In this evening light the awaited / Destroys all calculation, / Time and distance now no more / Than the stretching of desire. // In this evening light the awaited / Is reached / Like a bed in a prepared room / With a petal on the floor. // In this evening light the awaited / Will tell how in this light / Men I might have loved / Were shot, their desires unmet.