Should you lay ear to these lines— you will not catch a distant drum of hoofs, cavalcade of Arabians, passionate horde bearing down, destroying your citadel— but maybe you'll hear— should you just listen at the right place, hold it tenaciously, give your full blood to the effort— maybe you'll note the start of a single step, always persistently faint, wavering in its movement between coming and going, never quite arriving, never quite passing— and tell me which it is, you or I that you greet, searching a mutual being— and whether two aren't closer for the labor of an ear?