It has been my destiny to make constant renunciation of my truest self, because I was born out of sympathy with the men around me, and have lived a stifled anachronism
John Addington Symonds
My truest self lies hidden
Behind a thousand mirrors
In a cell a mile deep –
I placed it there.
Hidden in the darkness
I can speak of it with despite
Though I know that it might make me whole.
Nothing in that prison can be part of me,
Its corruption is as bad as its depravity.
No! My truest self must remain distant and damned,
So at least I can survive without weeping.
My love of John Symonds is not, as I am sure many of you are astute enough to perceive, entirely based on the beautiful simplicity of his writing. There are certain things I am not entirely open about either. And with that, end post.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic