Arthur

— Renée Schell

We met in the crescent
solitude of melancholy
and I adored you.
Tonight the sky intensifies
our exalted longing.

Elysium waits.
Let me wallow here
awhile. Let me raise
the chalice of virtuous
elixir and drink it down.

(Just don’t ask me to
absolve you of all those
ethereal crimes.)

Sunder the belt from
my silken kirtle.
Surrender your sword —
they know the tale.
Let the fires blaze.


This poem first appeared in Red Wheelbarrow, 2013 student edition.

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