Retrospect

There are a few things that I'd rather do
Than write - though very few, there still are some,
And most of all the things that then imbue
My later writing with their sense, that come
With feelings packaged in them or expressed
Which I, in later moments of reflection
Will take, and being by their presence blessed,
Turn into verse with some small redirection.
Such have I done ere now, and so now I
Freed from the doing to the being done
Half-turn my face from that now-setting sun
And write my heart against the black half-sky:
I love her dearly who just left me, and
More time than was will be hers to command.