Sunday, November 26, 2017

Homage to Pessoa by Frederick Seidel

Homage to Pessoa
I once loved. 
I thought I would be loved.
But I wasn't loved.
I wasn't loved for the only reason that matters-
It was not to be.
I unbuttoned my white gloves and stripped each off.
I set aside my gold-knobbed cane. 
I picked up this pen...
And thought how many other men
Had smelled the rose in the bud vase
And lifted a fountain pen, 
And lifted a mountain...
And put the shotgun in their mouth, 
And noticed that their hunting dog was pointing.  


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