On Turning Sixty-One
Fitzgerald’s last line;
longing, lovingly
rendered in fourteen
words, ode
to inevitability
in any tongue.
“So we beat on”,
aching,
“boats against the current”,
our urgent
she bu de!,
she bu de!/
I can’t bear
to let go!,
“borne back”
on music
in the Latin,
de mihi tempus/
give me more
time.
Songs echo
“ceaselessly into the past.”
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
On Turning Sixty-One
Fitzgerald’s last line;
longing, lovingly
rendered in fourteen
words, ode
to inevitability
in any tongue.
“So we beat on”,
aching,
“boats against the current”,
our urgent
she bu de!,
she bu de!/
I can’t bear
to let go!,
“borne back”
on music
in the Latin,
de mihi tempus/
give me more
time.
Songs echo
“ceaselessly into the past.”
