I'm going to switch from the political in a moment,
but I'll read one more, at least, in this jam.
I'll just get into the emo stuff.
So they're not all political poems.
As with humans the world over, they felt every day feelings.
So some of the Cantares are what I call just emo poems.
Right?
This is one of them.
"IX."
Truest regrets I'm always upset;
Apologies, I'm perpetually surly.
I try to help myself and yet
No luck reaches me particularly.
I don't necessarily want for riches;
I wail and it's ruefully wretched.
It's time to die, I worry.
I may be then again with old friends
Happy, fortunate in their company.
Here, I hurry to scarcely depend
On the cheap will of inane functionaries.
Have neither the spirit nor the friends;
I wail and it's timidly out of tune.
It's time I die, I think.
Let no one's heart be hurt to hear it;
My blues aren't specially unique.
I caught a bad wind somewhere in my orbits
Now I'm just another planet oblique.
Nice.