This poem has claws, Robin. I like it!
When I was 40 or so, I asked a Doctor at what age is it typical to have a
"mid-life" crisis?"
"It depends," he said. "If you work for the Post Office, it could begin when
you are 25!"
Your poem made me remember that.
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
> Have you ever wondered what a Byzantine civil servant did on a slow
> Wednesday morning in the third century AD?
>
> Wrote poems.
>
> Some things don't change.
>
> Paulus Silentarius (Paul the Usher):
> from The Greek Anthology, Book V, No. 264
>
> Sod that bald patch fringed
> with grey, and leaky eyes --
> I'm 25 inside.
>
> I blame you, my wrack of love:
> scabs on the scars your kitten-claws carved.
>
> I'm gutted with insomnia, double-
> chinned before my time.
> Your fault:
> the more I love you, the faster
> I use up my store of days.
>
> But change your pretty mind, say
> "Yes," and in a moment
> I'll be tall smart and handsome
> &
> 25 once more.
>
>
> Tr. Robin Hamilton
> 24/08/05
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