Good Night is
a poem that describes the aftermath
of a meeting between lovers.
Actually, it's not quite as simple as that;
there are two important twists
that pounce on the unwary reader.
First, we discover that he is not her primary partner (or even her only lover, for all he knows) and the meeting is, therefore, clandestine.
And, then,
their love turns out
not to have been consummated at all,
as their night together
was spent on the telephone
(she stayed in the hotel room alone and far from him)
and made possible only because she was traveling.
Are they contemptibly pathetic or pitiably incompetent? I would say they are quite human and they are in love; and, where human emotions are concerned, I choose compassion over scorn.