The whole morning, while you're lying in bed, feeling lethargic,
after night healed the stings that had left you embarrassed,
Titans, rounded and crowded like columns, still argue
in the curtains, and struggle - and finally perish.
UNTITLED
We don't get to choose our century,
and we exit after entering.
Nothing on this earth is cruder
than to beg for time or blame
the hour. No marketplace maneuver
can achieve a birth's exchange.
Though all ages are the iron age,
lovely gardens steam and varnished
cloudlets sparkle. I, when five,
should have died of scarlet fever :
live, avoiding grief and evil;
see how long you can survive .
Looking forward to good fortune?
Hoping for a better portion
than the Terrible's grim reign?
Leprosy and plagues in Florence
aren't your dream? The hold's dark storage
doesn't suit your first-class aims?
Though
all
ages are the iron age,
lovely gardens steam and varnished
cloudlets sparkle. I embrace
my age and its fated ending.
Time is an ordeal, and envying
anyone is out of place.
