County Musician - Jack Gilbert

[highlyeccentric]

It was not impatience.
Impatient Orpheus was,
certainly, but no child.
And the provision was clear.
It was not impatiencem
but despair. From the beginning,
it had gone badly.
From the beginning.
From the first laughter.
It was hell. Not a fable
of mechanical pain,
but the important made trivial.
Therefore the permission.
She had lived enough
in the always diversion.
Granted therefore.
It was not impatience,
but to have at least the face
seen freshly with loss
forever. A landscape.
It was not impatience.
He turned in despair.
And saw, at a distance, her back.