- The Reason You Are Not a Star
The reason is not plain. Your nose is not too big.
You do not lack symmetry. Your eyes are
bright, inquiring oceans, still enough, deep enough. The reasoncan hardly be called reason. It is a whole lifeyou have. This is also, and always, an idea
about another life. One way to talk about it is to say that sometimes, after days of fever,you have a fit of weeping for no reason. Or maybe the reason is just hidden
in the huge sense of need like the crowd around our living.People lean into sadness to find what it asks.Beauty asks, too. We tilt at it for every partnot exactly right. We hear. We are cracked like voicesthat rise imperfectly toward a song's pitch. Among actors, life never thought to raiseyour particular voice, but it is so much lovelier for living—and by living— I mean to say what makes us stand in lines for what must be wholedays of our lives, that stripping of expectations— [End Page 139] that unfelt loss of willingness that orphans us, strands us in a new roledaily. In these lines I have seen a child watching her mother
pass a bad check, consumed with how she worethe cashier down. Lives might have passed adopting her role,currents under her life, her life a mask, a novelstory attuned to
the telling of lies. If this is how we are, maybe we are door framesthe dead appear through. They stand behind every curtain, every"now," every "choose." But none of this proves to you what I hope.You will not believe any reason why you are no star. If you were here
I would tell you it is only because we can never know when we begin to act. [End Page 140]
Lawrence Revard is a previous contributor to Prairie Schooner. He has published translations of John Milton's Neo-Latin and Italian verse for Wiley-Blackwell's edition of Milton's shorter poems. His poetry has appeared recently in Hayden's Ferry Review, New Orleans Review, Agni, and elsewhere. He lives in St. Louis, Missouri.