One a.m.
And the rain finds me
Here again
At my tin top table
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M must be a wonderful person to deserve such a wonderful poem. I love the lines Full on the feast of my day Laundered and ironed My cares put away Darla :)
There is a magic in the night which your poem celebrates. But it's also the expectation that creates the magic.This is a Poem of Expectation, especially the first stanza which is all about making yourself ready for your reunion with M., and observing the details that mark the time, fixing it in your memory. The second stanza probably takes place in just a few seconds, and thoughts are wiped away by feelings. It's a remarkable description in words of an experience that is almost entirely non-verbal. I like this poem for what Whitman called the mystical moist night-air.