Reader unmov'd and Reader unshaken. Reader unsedc'd
and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still
I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.
I crawl. Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank
season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep.
Reader, toward you, loud as a cloud and deaf. Reader, deaf
as a leaf. Reader: Why don't you turn
pale? and, Why don't you tremble? Jaded, staid
Reader, You—who can read this and not even
flinch. Barefaced, flint-hearted, recoilless
Reader, dare you—Rare Reader, listen
and be convinced: Soon, Reader,
soon you will leave me, for an italian mistress:
for her dark hair, and her moonlit
teeth. For her leopardi and her cavalcanti,
for her lips and clavicles; for what you want
to eat, eat, eat. Art lover, rector, docent!
Do I smile? I, too, once had a brash artless
feeder: his eye set firm on my slackening
sky. He was true! He was thief! In the celestial sense
he provided some, some, some
(much-needed) relief. Reader, much slept with and Reader,
I will die
without touching. You, Reader, You: mr. small-
weed, mr. broadcloth, mr. long-dark-day. And the italian
fortune you will heave me for, for
her dark hair and her moonlit teeth. You will love her well in-
to three or four cities, and then, you will slowly
sink. Reader, I will never forgive you, but not, poor
cocksure Reader, not, for what you think. O, Reader
Sweet! and Reader Strange! Reader Deaf and Reader
Dear, I understand youyourself may be hard-
pressed to bear this small and un-necessary burden
having only just recently gotten over the clean clean heart-
break of spring. And I, Reader, I am but the daughter
of a tinker. I am not above the use of bucktail spinners,
white grubs, minnow tails. Reader, worms
and sinkers. Thisandthese curtail me
to be brief: Reader, our sex gone
to wildweather. YesReaderYes—that feels much-much
better. (And my new Reader will come to me emptyhanded,
with a countenance that roses, lavenders, and cakes.
And my new Reader will be only mildly disappointed.
My new Reader can wait, can wait, can wait.) Light-
minded, snow-blind, nervous. Reader, Reader, troubled.
what'd ye lack? Importunate, unfortunate. Reader:
You are cold. You are sick. You are silly.
Forgive me, kind Reader, forgive me, I had not intended to
step this quickly this far
back. Reader, we had a quiet wedding: he&I, theparson
&theclerk. Would I could, steadfast, gracilefacile Reader!
good Reader, tarry with me, jessa-mine. Reader. Dar-
(jee)ling, bide! Bide, Reader, tired, and stay, stay, stray
true. R.: I had been secretly hoping this would turn into a love
poem. Disconsolate. Illiterate. Reader,
I have cleared this space for you, for you, for you.