History
is a Sore Subject You always argued when I used to say We were like the great lovers of the past. That was just woolly thinking, you’d insist: Each separate period of history Was quite different from us in the way They defined romance. So my exotic list – Caesar and Cleopatra and the rest – Had no relevance for the present day. You left me. There’s not much I understand. I stared for ages at our photographs; They seem remote as long-ago events. Your letters, now, seem hard to comprehend, Indecipherable as hieroglyphs. I’m no historian: none of this makes sense. David Whippman |