mi ilustre señora
my most illustrious lady
it’s not because I haven’t tried
it’s not due to my failing health
it’s not due to my fear
that my response to you delays
dare I write?
knowing that the first stroke
of my clumsy pen
would stumble blindly
into the night
how dare I write?
how to respond
to such a lovely
beautiful and discreet
most saintly
most sanctified. . . your letter
need I say more?
even saint Thomas
responded with silence
when asked of the merits
of his great mentor Albert
it is with the same silence
I respond to your highness
no words do me justice
words worthy of you
how to thank you sister?
for publishing my letter
even though not worth the paper
my words were published on?
let this slip by?
inasmuch exceed
my capacity to thank you?
I’m left speechless
by the very acts that grant me voice
lucky me
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