They Were Not Kidding in the Fourteenth Century They were not kidding when they said they were blinded by a vision of love.
It was not just a manner of speaking or feeling though it's hard to say
how the dead really felt harder even than knowing the living.
You are so opaque to me your brief moments of apparent transparency
seem fraudulent windows in a Brutalist structure everyone admires.
The effort your life requires exhausts me. I am not kidding. Copyright © 2013 by Maureen McLane. Used with permission of the author. |
About This Poem "This poem will appear in my forthcoming book This Blue (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014)--a book devoted in part to ecology and transformations of courtly love, not least Dante's vision. The poem most likely springs from ongoing reading in and around Dante and Petrarch and troubadours as well as reading in the book of life. I'm interested in historical and lyrical conjunctures: contemporary intimacies and opacities, shot through by deep pasts and unknown futures." --Maureen McLane |
Most Recent Book by McLane
(Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011)
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