I’ll be leaving all the west we found.
The disparate parts that could not wish
will be as useless as underwear then,
and the pitch that felt up to me when I heard
the selfsoft love of the trueloved
will cast in its secondary range for something bitter:
a second choice to be far from home, among them.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I'm still trying to figure out how to read these last two lines...
Really, they need poems of their own... but I can't get there at the moment.
Post a Comment