…..Suffocated Devotions
……….“the fame of his lost love”
Who cares about the love of Yazid choked
Forever in that clogging of the throat,
About Antinous, whose death is cloaked
In rumors and suspicions as they float
Above the marble whiteness of his myth,
Or Heloise as drowned as she in closed
Off convent purity? They make a withe
Of suffering and adulation posed
Forever in that lost eternity
We call romantic history—the past—
The only type of pure fraternity
That older men can ever hope will last?
Who cares about these adorations doomed
By loss and broken circumstance consumed?