Classic Poem

The village women kept their shutters open until
The men came home I asked every horse that came up the hill
With bells jingling on his collar to bring
The sound of your voice I looked at everyone that passed
In the twilight for someone going to where you are to take
My voice to you surely you can hear me wherever you are for
The cattle in the fields going home after a whole day in the sun
And with the grass can feel my eyes upon them and for once
My shutters remain open all night and for once I am tired
When the day has passed. Some man is going over the hill
That stands between me and the sea and the searchlight from
His car as the car goes around a curve in the road is like
Your white arm motioning me to come. I am alone. It is the
Night perhaps. And the quiet. And the sea roaring in my ears.