With Men Well Furnished

By Martin Bemberg

Of dreary days and perfect weather,
I do not know which is worse nor which one makes the missing better,
Nor which one flesh would rather have, if it could choose
Between the two to make milieu in.

But this one thing is certain, two cheeks that once grazed grateful
Just like one curtain might fluid as one lush's swill
Brush against one window sill as our one
And Lonestar at noon
Do furnish bright - or might - my room.

Like Caesar said "So in the world:
'Tis furnished well with men,"
Furnished too, I'd say, are you with memory of them,
For which there is no last farewell,
No end in sight, nor one to see,
Which sparks these thoughts that sing like hell
Of what could never be.