By Any Name
— for Robin Williams, August 11, 2014.
Dick Cavett described it best.
He said at its
worst, if there was a cure for it on your bedside table
and you simply had to reach out and take it,
it would require a
strength you did not have.
Since time began
Others afflicted have weighed in.
To Sylvia Plath it felt like a
is popular but not mean enough,
The dogs would have to be rabid, loose,
Slough of despond
from a Welsh pundit sounds almost like
a poetic interlude.
The mean reds
was Billie Holiday’s but sorry, Lady Day, too
Country singers tell us time and again about
their plain old blues.
From William Styron came
And he was one who
It’s a thief,
the worst kind.
Cavalierly stealing my wit, my smile,
my every trace of ease.
It’s wilier than me, and
without the slightest inclination
of giving up or