50 continued Not bad, for night thoughts, but as Hemingway Noticed, night thoughts on recollection, Deep as you went for them, don’t pass inspection Laid out and drying in the light of day. Something on which there is not much to say, Sheer Nothingness, once more escapes detection, Though disciplined minds can reach by indirection What the imagination hides away … Yes, darkness, sundown, water — take your pick Of pictures: wings, a little boat, dark blue Of gentians, you can’t make any of it stick. So human, moving, lovely, and untrue. By the fresh light of morning being bound To thought that makes the phrase, if not resounding, sound. 99