Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Words, wide night

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.

-- Carol Ann Duffy

Being alone was easier despair.


March Hare said...


Kaichu said...


lore jaa.

Anonymous said...

hills elo koth theke ???

Poorna Banerjee said...

awrre mama!!

Anonymous said...

coincidence, as usual.

rainbeau_peep said...

march hare,
hesho na. hashi paachhe na amar.

heh. jomiye lorchhi.

what kind of shitty nickname is this? I can always tell when it's you, so 'fess up ol' man. upwards of 9K miles, hills nei maane? iyarki naki?


as usual.