Whenever someone tells me
they are pleased to see me
I think, and may even say,
I am so pleased to be seen.
The alternative, of course,
would be to say to other,
I am so pleased to see You—
sure, a friendly nicety.
Yet I am lifting up here
the refined alternative
to being seen, namely, not
being seen . . . for being dead.
So I am yet alive . . . You?
No comments:
Post a Comment