Once to wake proud in a burst of sunlight
as bearing news of real significance,
to risk cold coffee for this native hour
unembarrassed at much cruel rapture
and clothed with an astonished nakedness
the other animals must remember:
those brunts of darkness in the opened eye
which must accept all the retributions
called justice, called civilizing peace;
to know that moment, pleasure of action,
of a world swayed by irrelevant tides
where men scorn beds made simply for sleep,
is life at a high price, without napkins,
minus the morning editorial,
an unimaginable self-respect
of the very young and the very old,
those who fear discipline as they fear death.