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My depression is hitting me hard these days
And only you could take away the pain
But now you're with another
And I'm just another second hand lover
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The Dream
lust-dreams coloured
of someone forgotten
then I seek him following
heartpaths he left
in the dream
in and out of rooms
without walls he's near,
invisible shines from
his absence
words and gestures
peeled away
our eyes knew
made notes informed our
blood carved
this dream
Toy Lover
You ask advice as
if I were a parent not a lover.
With calculating
eyes, you talk of career goals not love.
Like an autumn wind
bending trees, a chaos of leaves, you rush
to change the world
questioning how experience is gained
and ask, is youth a
barrier to life. I answer, is age
a fence to living.
And think of all the things we have in common
and all the things we don't.
Sumac Night
Through Sumac's pointed
fingers she watched orions
belt flicker in the dark.
Reaching between fronds
she felt her lover
shudder as shooting stars
tracked across the sky.
Moonlight
The far moon maketh lovers wise
In her pale beauty trembling down,
Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,
A strangeness not their own.
And, though they shut their lids to kiss,
In starless darkness peace to win,
Even on that secret world from this
Her twilight enters in.
Spring in War Time
I FEEL the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves--
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?
Under the boughs where lovers walked
Spring
In Central Park the lovers sit,
On every hilly path they stroll,
Each thinks his love is infinite,
And crowns his soul.
But we are cynical and wise,
We walk a careful foot apart,
You make a little joke that tries
To hide your heart.
Give over, we have laughed enough;
Oh dearest and most foolish friend,
Why do you wage a war with love
To lose your battle in the end?
The Mystery
Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine.
We have long been lovers,
We know the range
Of each other's moods
And how they change;
But when we look
At each other so
Then we feel
How little we know;
The spirit eludes us,
Timid and free--
Can I ever know you
Or you know me?
The "Extra Hour"
(They put back the clocks at two A. M.)
TO-NIGHT, I think each sleepy clock
Will lift a pedant's protest to the skies
From many a town's high tower:
— Tick-tock — tick-tock —
Rude hands presume to put us back —
Tick-tack —
One hour! —
Time will not wait, they say,
Nor sun:
Yet is this vast thing done?
Shall the slow day
Submit, the calm moon cower?
O shadowy wings that lean in flight,
O night!
Before your star-eyed birds are flown.
At Baia
I should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
as who would say (in a dream)
I send you this,
who left the blue veins
of your throat unkissed.
Why was it that your hands
(that never took mine)
your hands that I could see
drift over the orchid heads
so carefully,
your hands, so fragile, sure to lift
so gently, the fragile flower stuff--
ah, ah, how was it
Indian Summer
In that day
Everyone will sing,
Everyone will play in that day ;
There will be carolling.
You will make poems for your neighbor's child ;
Woods will grow wild.
In that day
Men will not pray,
Men's hearts will never know
Struggle and woe.
Lovers will be
Simple and free;
On warm fall nights, men's sweethearts will conceive.
No one will grieve,
No one grow gray;
Feet will not go
Little Hamlet
Over you, over you, over,
I hang like a wave, like a lover,
Like a scimitar edged with hate ;
Too heavy with grief to be straight
And far,
Too frail to ever discover
How to fall like a wave or a lover —
Or a blue-thin scimitar.