A Renewal by James Merrill
“Goodbye T. I know no other way to say it.” Up to the hilt, goddamn.
A Renewal
James MerrillHaving used every subterfuge
To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion,
Now I see no way but a clean break.
I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge,
A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.
We sit, watching. When I next speak
Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.
gravecarriage
Frightening how apt your posts can be sometimes. Thank you