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Poem by Eugene Gladstone O'Neill


Even As a Child


Even as a child
my face was “gloomy.” I found
few reasons to smile, none to laugh:
father gutting his great gifts
for the cheers of clowns.
For us. For money. My mother
dazed by drugs. My brother
charming, selfless. But also
smirking, corrupt. All lying,
and loving each other. Comedy?
From the fool’s angle, the coward’s angle. Laughter
means turning your back on suffering.
And on the hard truth that tragedy
writes the last act—always. I loved
the sea because it said that.
With infinite dignity and calm
and terrible firmness.
 
Knowing too well
the struggle and sorrow of life I tried hard
to believe, to help. In plays I wanted
to bring our past alive—the brave dreams.
But probing deep I saw cruelty, decay.
In my last year I could only rage
that our country too had cast away
the best chance ever—like my father!
For greed, blind greed, we grew deaf
to the one question that matters, “What
does it profit a man if he gain the whole world but…”
Damn! Damn our dumb callousness.



Eugene Gladstone O'Neill


Eugene Gladstone O'Neill's other poems:
  1. Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to His Ladye and Ye Difficulties Thereof
  2. A Regular Sort of a Guy
  3. To Winter
  4. It's Great When You Get in
  5. Submarine


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