--after Cavafy
I arrange the bones of my regret
in the light of a black candle.
Smoke writhes in the air,
clouds this gallery of memory
in which I have hung
a leaf, a feather,
two tear-dimmed eyes.
When the candle flame finally burns out
its image haunts the darkness.
Dante, Inferno III.60: "him / who made...the great refusal"
.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment