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“What Kept Horace Alive” by Robert Bly 🇺🇸 (23 Dec 192621 Nov 2021)
Men and women spend only a moment in Paradise.
The two lovers watch Charlie Chaplin eat his shoe,
And a moment later find themselves barefooted in the grave.
I know that I wanted more than two years with you.
If my wife had been able to absorb more cruelty,
Perhaps I could have paid the fiery angels to go away.
The dead man lies in bed with his great toe
Sticking up; it is because of his toe
That he could carry the burden of marriage so long.
Sometimes I frighten that boy who sleeps on the ground.
He keeps his head in his arms; all he smells is the hair
That is left behind when the groundhog is eaten.
There are as many groundhogs as there are stars,
Wherever there is a lot of anything, we are in trouble.
It is the generosity of snowflakes that leads us to suicide.
The bats’ wings are the Saviours of the mosquitoes;
And the cod long for the net. It was only the certainty
Of death that kept Horace alive so long.