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.

6 comments:

March Hare said...

:)

kaichu said...

yeah.

lore jaa.

aquatic vampire said...

hills elo koth theke ???

panu said...

awrre mama!!

arundhati said...

coincidence, as usual.

rainbeau_peep said...

march hare,
hesho na. hashi paachhe na amar.

kaichu,
heh. jomiye lorchhi.

dan,
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?

panu,
jahsala.

vuv,
as usual.