Arethusa & Alpheus[Metamorphoses V: 572-641]
Sic utinam, quae nil metuentem tale magistrum
perdidit, in cineres Ars mea uersa foret
You tell me I should work
not kick
against the pricks
it’s harder
than you think
since song for me means
joy
laughing
at the funeral
dancing
at the wake
is what you ask
of me
& if I could forget it all
my life my country
you
I don’t have time
or peace of mind
to think up stories
I’m not the man I was
I keep on writing
but
when I reread it
ashes in the grate
is all
it’s worth
I should have started
doing that before
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