Do not imagine you can abdicate.
                                               —W. H. Auden

I know that feeling you have: wanting the world,
at last, to yield something, the way liquor does—
an angle, an idea, a color, a deepening.

Know that you are a creature who waits and does
not act. Forget that you are waiting for a minute;
chew the last of the ice in your glass, and fill

your dreams with the blunt, garish jumble of wine.