Saturday Night
Published in
Jan 3, 2022
[written Jan. 29–30, 1966, New Haven, CT]
Six days shalt thou labor,
till the long thin week becomes a broad
and work is forgotten.
For all our Saturdays have lighted fools their way to drunken beds,
that our accidents may be fruitful and fill the earth.
So we multiply allusions and illusions
and therein clothe our works and days,
for the joy of unbuttoning,
unzipping, and pulling off
to see
what we always knew was there.