(after Marguerite Yourcenar’s “Memoirs of Hadrian”)
Each of us is dedicated
to our own gods
and in the course of this brief life will choose
between an endless striving
and a wise resignation
between the delights of disorder and order
I have never belonged wholly to one place
When Dad died I was 12 and
plunged into grief, seeing only for years
this chaotic house,
a mother’s tears
and my terror
But what happened to you, girl, that you
grew up weak, selfish and mean?
Whole nations have perished for want
of generosity...
What the hell happened to you?
The iron gray sky
is indifferent to our wants and joys alike
Dedicated to her own gods
she grew frail without ceasing to be hard
Life’s atrocious sometimes, as we all know
and the mediocre will always outnumber the wise
and at least one fool
will reign over us per century
Still, I didn’t love her less
I loved her more
but the weight of that love
like a gentle tender arm around her shoulders
became too heavy to bear
If endless servitude ever ends
and unnecessary misfortune ever ends
there will still be these horrors:
death, old age, incurable sickness
love unrequited and friendships betrayed
the mediocrity of a life less vast
than our projects, far
duller than our dreams
Why are we afraid of ghosts
when we are so ready to speak with the dead
when we welcome them back in our hearts?
My true lovers have left me more than I them
for I have never understood how
one can ever have enough of true love
-July 27, 2007-