Poor Little Soul

(after Hadrian)

Poor little soul all lost: you were my guest,

The fine friend of my flesh.

                                    Where since, so pale,

So stiff, so naked? No fun now in the dark.

—Kevin Hart

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About the Author

Kevin Hart’s poetry can be found in Flame Tree: Selected Poems, Young Rain, and Morning Knowledge. He teaches at the University of Virginia.