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[proximoception]

Hardy:

Rome: At The Pyramid Of Cestius
Near The Graves Of Shelley And Keats (1887)

Who, then, was Cestius,
And what is he to me?--
Amid thick thoughts and memories multitudinous
One thought alone brings he.

I can recall no word
Of anything he did;
For me he is a man who died and was interred
To leave a pyramid

Whose purpose was exprest
Not with its first design,
Nor till, far down in Time, beside it found their rest
Two countrymen of mine.

Cestius in life, maybe,
Slew, breathed out threatening;
I know not. This I know: in death all silently
He does a kindlier thing,

In beckoning pilgrim feet
With marble finger high
To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,
Those matchless singers lie...

--Say, then, he lived and died
That stones which bear his name
Should mark, through Time, where two immortal Shades abide;
It is an ample fame.

Comments

[grashupfer.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to say the progression of posts on this is pretty awesome. Is this part of a project you're working on?

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

Not consciously--just a pattern of procrastinations. The Joyce thing is COMPLETELY awesome, though, isn't it? Nobody tells me anything.