Last Words

My life, your light green eyes Have lit on me with joy. There's nothing I don't know Or shall not know again, Over and over again. It's noon, it's dawn, it's night, I am the dog that dies In the deep street of Troy Tomorrow, long ago- Part of me dims with pain, Becomes the stinging flies, The bent head of the boy. Part looks into your light And lives to tell you so - James Merill