You know how you will turn abruptly from the lilacs
How even in midst of mindless outdoor game
after a face glimpsed only once from the moving train?
That lavish longing in spicy snowshine December
to taste July,
and then with the plushy canopy of midsummer
with desire the healing hospital-look of winter?
Harmonically mated, honestly happy with husband,
undersheet-shuddering for primeval jungle lover;
ticket for trip and whole traveling-wish is to hurry back;
piano is playing sunny jazz, the room is filled with friends,
do you suddenly look lost and island-lonely?
above all great and public grief squats private discontent.
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