You have a torrid affair with a blonde man at 39 Who breaks your heart. Having his child, The most beautiful girl in the world, You move on to your lesbian lover Who leaves you when she is 45 And you are 50. The T.S. Eliot Prize Is won by a thin book of your love poems Which could have been written by Olivia Hussey Playing Juliet, Inspired by the bright heaven and dark hell the blonde man Put you through. When you become Poet Laureate of England you have a Queen Victoria look And allow them to call you of all the gay poets in the world, the first one To be Poet Laureate of England And the blonde man, now gray, calls to congratulate you. In a strange moment, Scottish to Scottish, you say to him, softly, "I played every role for you, I did it all for you," And he whispers, "hush, hush!"
