A Renewal by James Merrill

James Merrill

A Renewal by James Merrill

T.

“Goodbye T. I know no other way to say it.”

Up to the hilt,

goddamn

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A Renewal

James Merrill

Having used every subterfuge

To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion,

Now I see no way but a clean break.

I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.

You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge,

A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.

We sit, watching. When I next speak

Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.

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