the one that you are reading somewhat later.
It shares with every work of art its lot,
in that your wit must act as a translator.
And yet if it is any good at all,
it should evoke in you a certain feeling
that stirred in me and held me in its thrall,
until by writing it I found my healing.
We’re almost done, and I should hope by now,
it brought about some thing worth your exertion:
A smile, a sigh, a wrinkle on your brow,
a moment’s peace, a positive assertion.
If I did well, your mirth ’s my retribution,
but if I failed, I ask your absolution.