Lucy Kroll in the Archives | R. W. Haynes

One makes one’s point acceptably thus,
Boxed in archives tended by a host
Of bureaucrats oblivious to your ghost
Crying out “Look at me in this dust!
I always loved you, and I always will.”
In our war, decorations are these scars
Unheeded in broad daylight like the stars
But known all night as emblematic still.
Look at these fading papers.  Do they speak
As though a living person’s life composed
The tragicomic dreams that they proposed?
Was love this strong, or loving mind so weak?

An antique lover, still rambling on,
Desires to carve her half-dead heart in stone.

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