CAMILLA, NEVER ASK
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| Roman Woman |
Camilla,
never ask when it will happen, for we’ll never know
how it comes or when. Leave divination to Julia, our friend
who orders predestination from catalogues of remaindered
theologies. Let us determine to take what comes, hot or cold,
whether we stay alive into old age or drop dead next Tuesday,
which is doubtless as good a day as any. Tonight let us fill
our wineglasses without fretting about the future, which only
sours the Beaujolais. Forget tomorrow’s blueberries; eat today’s.
how it comes or when. Leave divination to Julia, our friend
who orders predestination from catalogues of remaindered
theologies. Let us determine to take what comes, hot or cold,
whether we stay alive into old age or drop dead next Tuesday,
which is doubtless as good a day as any. Tonight let us fill
our wineglasses without fretting about the future, which only
sours the Beaujolais. Forget tomorrow’s blueberries; eat today’s.
Donald Hall
"Camilla,
Never Ask" is excerpted from White Apples and the Taste of Stone: Selected
Poems, 1946-2006, by Donald Hall. Copyright (c) 2006 by Donald Hall. Used by
permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All
rights reserved.
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