He Tries to Turn His Back on Romeo — and Siegfried Sassoon
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem


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
by phillipw | Mar 2, 2025 | DE, LO |