Anna Comnena

 In the prologue to her Alexiad,
Anna Comnena laments her widowhood.


Her soul is dizzy.
 "And with rivers
of tears," she tells us "I wet
my eyes.
.
.
 Alas for the waves" in her life,
"alas for the revolts.
" Pain burns her
"to the the bones and the marrow and the cleaving of the soul.
"

But it seems the truth is, that this ambitious woman
knew only one great sorrow;
she only had one deep longing
(though she does not admit it) this haughty Greek woman,
that she was never able, despite all her dexterity,
to acquire the Kingship; but it was taken
almost out of her hands by the insolent John.

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