Look up at the sun risen golden over
greystone two-flats; rest your eyes
on two windows at the corner of Clark
and Berwyn, each with one word
in white letters in the middle of the glass:
"Ballroom" and "Tango." When the world
is dimmed by nostalgia and longing,
there you will find me, said Joseph Cornell.
When you feel the smooth clasp
of an impossible obsession--ballerina,
opera star, lanky boy in tattered blue jeans
who rides your morning train, there,
says Mr. Cornell, I will be, with a scrap
of velvet, a newspaper clipping
from before the war, a cardboard cutout
of green parakeet.