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Checkmate | Saturday May 02, 2009

For this day’s game was notably not to be;
Today was not for the King’s move or mine,
But for the Bishop’s; and the board is empty.
The words that I have waited for more days
Than are to now my tallage of gray hairs              
Have come at last, and at last you are free.
So, for a time, there will be no more war;
And you are going home to Camelot.”
 
“To Camelot?”…
  “To Camelot.” But his words              
Were said for no queen’s hearing. In his arms
He caught her when she fell; and in his arms
He carried her away. The word of Rome
Was in the rain. There was no other sound.

 

                                                                 VI  Lancelot [excerpt]

                                                                 author: Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935).  Collected Poems. 1921.

 

                                                                

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