15 Running Late, Having Held the Class on Herbert Overtime to Look at Three Lines Deep dusk, the quarter moon strong enough now To show in the wave’s flank with a fish-like glitter, I run on the dark beach thinking, This is better Than the delicate orange clouds two days ago In pale green sky, too pretty. (Are there no Other runners here, for once?) Thinking, That wetter Sand there shines like some membrane, this twitter Of sleepy sanderlings says it must be so That I’m the last one out, that subdued roar Of water’s a not-word I have heard before, And suddenly there comes the one thing more I ought to have told the class, that not elsewhere In English is that thought thought — and see how clear And passionate and quiet it is there. 31