RECURRING DREAM:



                      you're in the old Post Office
                   With W.P.A. murals:
                      pictures of the dead, by the dead;
                   With faded rubrics over the clerks' booths' grills:
                      POSTAL SAVINGS, GENERAL DELIVERY.
                   A postcard falls into your hand:
                      an unexpected gift
                   From the one correspondant
                      whose wish is our command,
                   Bearing the ritual sentence: