Читать книгу Welcome to Sonnetville, New Jersey - Craig Morgan Teicher - Страница 18

Well, I guess no one can have everything.

I must learn to celebrate when I fail.

Inner growth and fortitude follow the sting,

right? Won’t I rise with holy wind in my sails?

Yet they always seem to get what I want,

door after door flung open. Why are

the keepers of doors, who haunt

the hopeful halls of fate and desire

so partial to them, but not to me?

Yes, I do feel sorry for myself—don’t, brother,

pretend the bitter blanket of self-pity

hasn’t warmed your bones. It’s not lovers

or fame I crave, nor even happiness, particularly.

Only to be lifted, just once, above all others.