The thinning now proceeds apace—
Possessions flee the house,
While Joyce and I are dancing to
A waltz by Johann Strauss.
Oh, yes, so very many things
Acquired throughout our years
Elicit, when they leave, our laughs—
But soon will come the tears.
For (next) the things that leave us
In our fierce, intent campaign
Will be some things whose absence will
Create a biting pain,
A pain we’ll feel forever when
We view an empty wall—
Or just until that day when we
Can feel no pain at all.
Soon he showed himself a phony
In our conversazione.
Shakespeare Couplet: Romeo and Juliet
“With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,”
He says, so near his lover’s family halls. (2.2)