A Little Night Music
I go careful even now, uneasy.
Such a long time to keep and be still,
to have been quiet and even now
it is the cliché of thin ice; it is
delicate jumping from one rock to another
amid the roar and froth and foaming
of white water; it is always on tiptoes
in the echoing foyer of public places.
Such a long time ago I swallowed whole
the toad of my anger and slept with my joy
hidden like wedding cake under the pillow.
For such a long time I have loved
that beautiful princess dreaming all alone
in her tower, dangerous and perfectly silent.
This and an earlier post of a Garrett poem borrowed from Per Contra Poetry
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