Once I Was Young
Anna Margolin
1929
Once I was young, hung out
in doorways, listening to Socrates.
My closest pal, my lover
Had the finest chest in Athens.
Then came Caesar, and a world
glittering with marble—I
the last to go. For my bride,
I picked out my proud sister.
At the late-night bashes, soused
and feeling fine, I’d hear
about the Nazareth weakling
and the exploits of…
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