i won't believe
i'm really
alive
until i'm gladder
to be alive
here now
than to have
been alive
there then
living in greece
i may be
thinking
i am, was,
alive there
then
some byzantine
time
some classical
time
why think
that good?
i should
know better
i think good
any time except
the eighteenth
century
(not too bad)
the nineteenth
century
(bad enough)
or the twentieth
really, i'm
glad to be
alive in the
twentieth
not only glad
to be just
alive
but even to
be alive
just now
right now
yes, but i keep
remembering
a light in the
eyes of certain
figures in
frescoes
certain figures
in mosaics
that made
me wish
i was living
then
as though
living then
were to
live
forever
some life
some liveliness
in the eye
that seemed
eternal
eternally
alive
eternally
infinitely
joyous
& penetrating
(warm with
the warmth
of life
exploding,
even, with,
the joy
of life)
yet there
forever
is it
that see
ing them
in some
mu
se
um
seeing
them still
preserved
still
living
made me
envy
their
state
?
not
sure
am
not
sure,
either,
that it
was envy
they gave
me, but
rather a
life
a spark
of living
to keep
alive
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