One of the most shocking things
I see when I look back to you
Is the shift I made ambition-wise
You’re hearing it all day long –
You’re ambitious, all too much at that.
Friends and opponents are equally
Silenced when they meet your cold
Then, I called it arrogance
The world around didn’t yield
To your ambition.
It shut itself, resources dried
Before they were even tapped.
Naked arrogance with bare womb
An empty can that rattles its noisiest.
You won’t believe when you read this
Years from now, all ambition will have gone
Or transformed in mellowness
All you laughed at – family, charity, generosity of heart
Will drown you and choke you to tears.
The strangest evolution of ambition
Someone recently told me I have no ambition at all.
I am still thinking whether to be insulted by that
Whether that is true, and what to make of it.
Reading back, I see this is a longish
And confusing letter.
You may just ignore it, love.