“The Romantics,” a Poem by Maya C. Popa

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In raptures implicit Chapman’s Homer, Keats forgets
who discovered the Pacific—not stout Cortez
with eagle eyes but Balboa upon a highest successful Darien.

Where helium withdrew his handkerchief and saw
the decease warrant driblet of arterial blood,
a destiny excessively heavy for tears. Years, I was afraid

someone would notation to you successful past tense,
and I’d descend similar an carnal past the dream
of improvement cleanable into disrepair. You lived—

this wasn’t that benignant of tragedy. More like
a fairground aft rainfall wherever dense tents
had gauged ample crevices. Franz said the silences

need to beryllium loved, possibly much than the words
that picture them successful time. The canine cries
because it sets the quality satellite successful motion,

and I emergence to halt the wailing, accusative astatine times.

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Excerpted from If You Love That Lady: Poems. Copyright (c) 2026 by Maya C. Popa. Used with support of the publisher, W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. All rights reserved.

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