Merrill Moore
with highest
admiration and
esteem, always
Merrill Moore
October, 1929
Ted Nellen’s Cyber English site has a few of Moore’s sonnets, of which I copied one below.
No Envy, John Carter
Some night, John Carter, you will dream of hands,
Hands that are dead now, or as good as dead,
That you killed, or as good as made them die
Along the road that you have prospered by;
And I will never envy you the dread
With which you must awake then, as you see
Hands stretched towards you, striving, piteously
Stretched, beseeching, grasping at what was taken,Hands by pain and grievance sorely shaken
And pointed at you while your agents keep
The power you’ve gained in this and other lands –
Some night, Mr. Carter, you will dream.
But it will not be an untroubled dream,
And, oh, I shall not envy you your sleep.
I have no idea who John Carter is…historical figure? patient?…but I don’t envy his dreams.