Magazine article The New Yorker

Deep Lane

Magazine article The New Yorker

Deep Lane

Article excerpt


November and this road's tunnel

of soft fire draws you forward, as it descends,

as if you were moving toward--

radical completion,

some encompassment? Dark kindness

woven in the fabric of the afternoon.

And because you've held within your own veins

another passage of fire--obliterating mercy--

not these lit-up leaf clouds

but a hot wire stealing into

the deepest chambers of the night--

you love the way the asphalt lifts

then hurries down toward Deep Lane.

The fire road inside

is only that road once;

though desire sends you back there again

and again, it won't be that one you're on,

and thus you want all the harder.

So let this road take you,

autumn's enchanted boy

lifted into the wet-yellow lamps of the maples;

taken up by that fleeting light,

let your trophies fall to the rain,

let the lean of the motorbike

carry you down the moraine,

across the rising chill from the fields, on into town:

warm light, voices, a meal in the tavern's golden cave. …

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