LUTE POEM
      The first manoeuvre to master in tuning
      the lute is to want without wanting:
      to wish without wishing, to fish
      and the hunt without fishing and hunting:
      to burst through the door, asking
      for everything, yes, and for nothing:
      to learn how to hope, not to hope for;

     to open the door neither inward
     nor outward: unlatch and unhinge
     and unglue and unmortise
     the door, returning the wood
     to the tree where it grew
     and the lock and the key to the barstock,
     the ingot, the slurry, the ore;

     and to take out the windows and pull
     down the walls and replace them
     with doorways and doorways and doorways,
     the jambs short and tall, the lintels
     and sills of different proportions -
     some wider, like octaves and fifths,
     and some slimmer, like seconds and thirds.