LE PRINCE DE DEMPSEY Á LA TOUR ABOLIE
Even my shadow
refuses to walk with me.
Even my reflection
refuses to see me.
Even my imaginary friend
refuses to speak to me.
"Why then Ile fit you.
Dónall’s mad againe."
Here in my own
personal Waste Land
tangled up in Nerval
and Eliot. I Kyd ye not.
And with no explanatory
footnotes.
I'll get even...I'll get even
with the lot of them.
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A piece of whimsy to deal with great grief. My brother had died and then my Dad...I was totally lost and falling out of myself. I just happened to be reading Eliot at the time hence all the references to the end of The Waste Land and his reference to Nerval's “El Desdichado,” and Kyd's The Spanish Tragedy which served as my references to the great sorrow I was experiencing .