Strange

I'd have you known! It puzzles me forever To hear, day in, day out, the words men use, But not a single word about you, never. Strange!- in your every gesture, worlds of news. On busses people talk. On curbs I hear them; In parks I listen, barbershop and bar. In banks they murmur, and I sidle near them; But none allude to you there. None so far. I read books too, and turn the pages, spying; You must be there! One beautiful as you! But never, not by name. No planes are flying Your name in lacy trailers past the blue Marquees of heaven. No trumpets cry your fame. Strange!-How no constellations spell your name!