from The Sonnet Hobby (1971-73, published posthumously)

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  2. Yes, my Lord, my lifelong burning
  3. wish has always been to be alone.
  4. Well, now, you’ll say, you got your wish.
  5. But neither intelligence nor learning
  6. (which you ascribe to me as to some great
  7. scholar) is sufficient forewarning
  8. that should a useless joy, like a star or comet,
  9. one day appear and, instead of returning
  10. to stark shores of darkness, become fixed
  11. in this life (which still disintegrates),
  12. one will tremble for fear that it be eclipsed.
  13. Having appeared, you’re now so piously mean
  14. as to think you can leave. And one who eight
  15. years ago wished to be alone now clings to your jeans.