jeudi 17 septembre 2026

Serenades

1. Low Light

“Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low, / As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. / Either my eyesight fails, or”
                                                                                    Romeo and Juliet, III, 5

Light blinds a man:
The evening sun
A glare to eyes that see.

Turn if you can
Away, I’m gone
Unless thou look’st at me.

You talking as
An idiot, sun.
How come, art thou unwell?

I thought a glaze
Of solemn, son
Would suit. Else, go to hell.


2. High Expectations

“that shows / Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.”
                                                                                    Larkin, High Windows

His body, in its early days
Was like a hint of what would be:
The door ajar, he’d just pass through –
Alas, it led into this maze.
       Despite its secrets, truth or lie
       Youth’s hopes were, are, and will stay high.

The groping paw – of no avail
When shine is in and no way out:
When, too much option and no sign
Excess of chances thwarts to quail.
       Misled while there is no wrong way
       Despair betimes or go astray!


September 16, 2026

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