Great Expectations
That poor dream, as I once used to call it,
has all gone by. (The freshness of beauty
is the saddened softened light
of once proud eyes.) I have very often – .
I intended to come back. Tracing, proving.
I thought – . I thought you would like – .
‘God bless you, God forgive you!’
you said to me.
I am greatly changed.
I thought you would like to shake hands.
What I had never felt before
was the friendly touch.
I very often hoped – .
I have often
thought of you.
An imaginary case.
I have been considerate and good,
I have been bent and broken,
suffering, God forgive you.
Suffering, God bless you.
(Suffering has been stronger
than all other teaching,
a heart to understand
what my heart used to be.)
The ground belongs!
Everything else,
little by little, has gone.
I wonder you know me.
If you could say to me then
‘God bless you! God forgive you!’
you will not hesitate now.
Poor, poor old place!
Ruined place.
Would I step back?
Ignorant, held?
She gave me her assurance
(her voice, her touch).
I took her hand,
evening mists rising now, tranquil.
‘We are friends.’