“No, Mary, there was nothing—not a word.
Nothing, and always nothing. Go again
Yourself, and he may listen—or at least
Look up at you, and let you see his eyes.
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Much too long a poem, uncharacteristic of Robinson. Then again, a long poem seems longer, less inviting on a computer screen than in a book.