Classic Poem

Oblique lights slip from the fixed city lamps
And, mixed with shadows of leaves, cut in long shafts
Perspectived sidewalks. Two lovers stroll
Arm folded in arm, their foot-steps fall
With faint ventriloquism, their shadows ray
About them, since their diune bodies form
Projections for two arc-lights, a high moon,
And one satanic motor. Their shadows move
Gray, flat upon the pavement with intersections
Dark as a ring of thorns and sharp as well,
Sweet lovers, finger-and-thumb of Venus, moving
Through criss-cross lights, sweet lovers moving
With slow ventriloquial steps.