Wednesday afternoon, May 22, 2024 at 5: 46 p.m.; now, much later at 9: 52 p.m., the epigraph added from Thomas Hardy
"I say: ‘For all I know,
Wait, and let Time go by,
Till my change come.'—‘Just so, '
The star says: "So mean I—
So mean I.' "
—Thomas Hardy, "Waiting Both", from his Collected Poems
Amanda, you mean so much, still;
this truth is painful, makes my eyes smart.
Ask Baudelaire for answers that defy logic—
if you can disinter his corpse, interrogate it,
speculate vampire-like over his gravestone.
Be brief—I cannot explain my feelings at times;
I should be angry, hating you, but … it's just the opposite
right now as I feel compelled to write what I have to write—
it's like I have no choice in the matter. 'Wait', he had
said. 'Wait, wait a moment', the star's meaning following
Hardy's ready reply, 'For all I know, Wait, and let Time
go by, Till my change come …' I feel compelled to write
until change comes. Just wait a moment as the star had
said, and be patient with me, Amanda, as you never have
been before. Life is a revolving door … And you have
been patient; trust me further—I understand your situation,
what happened here at Soccer Post; I loved working
there with you there. 2017? Was it that long ago?
Yes, long years ago—I miss you. Truly. Truly. When
I call your cell phone number, I, well… well, let me save
my comments for a rainy, cold day as Boston has plenty.
Leave it to say 'There's trouble in paradise aplenty'—
meaning 'down here with the police, inside the store'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem