Faust sounds far away. Its sighting Is like city gables black, Its towers with the bells that keep the hours track, Its midnights full of thunder and of lightning. And old men with non-gothic nor a Goethe’s fate And organ grinders, second hand bookshops that open late. One summoned devils and began a trade, And cheating on a devil, made a gain. His testament is this bargain. The chimneys called a death and howled The violins have bowed and mourned When an unknown voice has warned Me and a woman Answered. And I woke up.