Some Ghosts & Some Ghouls by Jean Jay Macpherson

While we loved those who never read our poems,
Answered our letters, said the simple things we
Waited so long for, and were too polite to
See we were crying,

Irony fed us: for the days we watched our
Chances to please them, nights in rumpled beds lay
Gored by their phantoms, guilty most of suffering,
We were rewarded.

While we admired how ignorance became them,
Coldness adorned, they came at length to trust us,
Made us their mirrors: last their hopeless loves to
Us they confided.

They were our teachers: what we are, they made us.
Cautious our converse, prudent our behaviour,
Guarded our faces: we behind them lurking,
Greedy, devourers.


Date: 1974

By: Jean Jay Macpherson (1931-2012)

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