"Was it unforgivable,
"My darling, that you loved me?"
---J. V. Cunningham, "To What Strangers. What Welcome," 14
What error on my part can you uncover
in those few days she gave to me to love her.
I did no wrong to anyone, no blame
can be attributed, and hence, no shame.
You violated our pure privacy
like peeping toms steeped in perversity,
and brought this rupture on to her and me.
(Was it because she is so Beautiful
and has such sheer effect upon the soul
that can compose, for her, pure poetry,
and lay it at her bare or stockinged feet?
Are you provoked that you cannot compete
with that?) Ruse takes the short term, truth the long;
expedience is, often, proven wrong.














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