The Steward's Testimony
Leonhard Huber, attendant at Berg
Love, Ortega y Gasset would say, is fluid
and cannot be satisfied like desire.
We should take as our model a fountain
and not the watery remains of emotion
to which we have become so enraptured. The King was dead,
drowned, floating there in the lake. HIs doctor,
dead too, was near him. But why bother
with who it was that killed them,
whether the King killed himself, some contrivance
of plot? They looked so serene, the hard rain
had stopped if just for a moment. And look, I thought,
the King has left his coat and umbrella
on the bench. A night bird, perched somewhere
in the glistening upper limbs of a pine,
was about to sing. I don't know what else
I can tell you. He died for love, it was all over his face.
We all loved him, with the love of a Spanish philosopher.
And now, of course, the lake will never be the same.