THE MONK

I was happy during the hunts.
I dozed in a plane tree's shade.
My dreams ordained rivers and castles.
At dawn my brother whispered in my ear
that behind those hills the dominions
went on with the same wire fencing.
Homages—he said. I rode horseback
until I reached the vanguard.
No one could point out where
our lord had gone.
I sensed the heat of the sunsets
was artificial. I found that
someone had slept a long time
on my writings.