AFTER all, you are my rather tedious hero; br It is impossible (damn it!) to avoid br Looking at you through keyholes. br But come! At least you might try to be br Even, let us say, a Graceful Zero br Or an Eminent Molecule, gorgeously employed. br Have you not played Hamlet's father in the wings br Long enough, listening to poets groan, br Seeking a false catharsis br In flesh not yours, through doors ajar br In the houses of dead kings, br In the gods' tombs, in the coffins of cracked stone? br Have you not poured yourself, thin fluid mind, br Down the dried-up canals, the powdering creeks, br Whose waters none remember br Either to praise them or condemn, br Whose fabulous cataracts none can find br Save one who has forgotten what he seeks? br Your uncle, the Great Harry, left after him br The memory of a cravat, a taste in cheese, br And a way of saying 'I am honoured.' br Such things, when men and beasts have gone, br Smell sweetly to the seraphim. br Believe me, fool, there are worse gifts than these.