Girl Reading the Aenid on the Subway
a poem by Ann Lauinger
What she makes of all that myth and destiny
Is anybody’s guess. Other towers
For other times. Of course it’s also ours,
The ten-years’ war, but she’s too young for history.
Poor Aeneas, predestined to succeed
And mean to Dido, gets no sympathy
From most her age. Yet, brushing absently . . .