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At The Library Of Alexandria, Circa 362 AD, 1
Poet, if those are all you have of hers---
those stockings she wore for you, and some verse
about the pleasures of her shoelessness
and beauty that she shared with chaste largess---
count your downcast self happy nonetheless.
The world will offer tainted consolation
that you should curse her. That is just conceit.
Rejoice that for some temporary while
she made you happy, with her words, her smile;
bringing you to the height of inspiration,
with just a slight glimpse of her silk-sheathed feet.
These moments with her in your memory
will last longer, now told in poetry---
and, there, she still deserves your commendation.
There is an aching feeling to this one, a saddness and then a realization. We have all had these feelings of loss and then the redeeming memories that follow. And we all can look back and see a situation differently with age. Beautiful and romantic this one is. Rae