7.12.06

Tristia 5.12


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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