LXXIX: Artificial Peace
When light’s caress is gone and hid by cold,
when one must work quite hard to see the day,
when courage in my heart can’t be cajoled,
there is a game that I am wont to play:
a simulation of a pleasant life,
a life of farming, friends, and forage-finds,
where one can be a husband or a wife,
partake in kindly pleasures of all kinds.
But sometimes I’ve the nerve t…
