Three moments of eternity shone forth
the other day, like stars on moonless nights
or glints on glass. I walked and turning north
I saw the name I named as if in lights;
and then I heard my name in thankful list;
and finally a speech proclaimed my poem.
I saw, I heard, I felt my eyes be-mist,
and afterwards I took those moments home.

Now I am gratified and too confused:
inclined to quit, impelled to look above
the obstacles and work again, abused
at first but laboring so much for love
I’m losing sleep and maybe losing friends –
I think I’ll beg for funds to build again.