He came at night to each of us asleep
And trained us in the virtues we most lacked.
Me he admonished to return his stare
Correctly， without fear. Unless I could，
Unblinking， more and more incline
Toward a deep unblinkingness of his，
He would not let me rest. Outside
In the dark of the world， at the foot
Of the library steps， there lurked
A Mercury of rust， its cab half-lit.
（Two worldly forms who huddled there
Knew what they meant. I had no business
With the things they knew. Nor did I feel myself
Drawn back through Circulation into Reference，
Until I saw how blue I had become， by virtue
Of its five TVs， their monitors abuzz with is's
Etymologies……）