Dear Gerontion

Dear Gerontion

Dear heart, young man in your prime,

Your heart in brass and paper you bind,

Where heroes and loves of glorious time

Cavort on the page and dance in the mind;

Living safely within in their paper confines,

And under their covers, unalterable, keep.

And loves for the art and grammar of signs

Enthrall your sense, yet you still breathe

Dry air in a dry room, because you pine

For permanence. I, unseen, already dread

The day you awake and suddenly find

That those whom you chose were already dead.

Then, darling, drought in heart and in brain,

Remember my name as you wait for the rain.


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