Charles Simic - This Morning lyrics

Enter without knocking, hard-working ant I'm just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day? It was a night of the radio turned down low Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams I woke up lovesick and confused I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing And some bird answering her But it was the rain. Dark tree tops swaying And whispering. "Come to me my desire," I said. And she came to me by and by Her breath smelling of mint, her tongue Wetting my cheek, and then she vanished Slowly day came, a gray streak of daylight To bathe my hands and face in Hours pa**ed, and then you crawled Under the door, and stopped before me You visit the same tailors the mourners do Mr. Ant. I like the silence between us The quiet--that holy state even the rain Knows about. Listen to her begin to fall As if with eyes closed Muting each drop in her wild-beating heart