. "ertain tang.Maybe we should not turn our pockets outTo the last crumb or lingering bit of fluff,But all we can confess of what we areHas in it the defeat of isolation--If not our own, then someone's, anyway.So I come back to saying this good-by,A sort of ceremony of my own,This stepping backward for another glance.Perhaps you will say we need no ceremony,Because we know each other, crack and flaw,Lik" . . .