He Tries to Turn His Back on Romeo — and Siegfried Sassoon

He Tries to Turn His Back on Romeo — and Siegfried Sassoon

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He enters into something like a cage,

A puzzle, more a labyrinth.  His aim

Is to abandon, almost in a rage,

The topics he has loved.  They hover, tame.

Besides, the others in ten thousand years

Have covered them ad nauseam.  They write

About men’s passions and the tears

Of those they love and leave once loving’s night

Is finished and the men and love are in

That final night, the one from which no man

Returns.  In that unendingness no sin

Remains, for there there is no love, no plan.

  He tries to write about no love, no hate

    But soon he sees there is no other gate.

Phillip Whidden