Collected Poems: 1930-1993

Regardless of all fumbles, bungling, we suffer, be able to move on construction the not easy internal center, A loose self that may harbor trustworthy love. there's extra in us than now we have realized to offer. those are the issues we lie unsleeping to consider. demise and the fans For a time it truly is a part of the equipment Of feeling, one of many numerous counters within the video game: romantic love encounters demise and loss of life is romantic surroundings, A stage-device for deepening the view, Papier-maché after all. It can’t be real. Later it is going to develop into the primary truth, no longer in imagination’s realm in any respect, yet reckoned with, an implacable fall, And to be felt below each want or act— The kiss directly from the poor center that won't beat perpetually needs to, does harm. dying turns into genuine, and love is pressured to develop. those enthusiasts don't draw back to weep, yet carry conscientiously all they need to continue, And stare lengthy in any respect they must understand. while each gesture is made upon a quicksand contact has to be absolute and company the hand. now not through no longer seeing, yet via seeing via: With clean transparent eyes they seek out one another As as soon as the baby searched to discover the mummy And make a robust one out of a frail . those enthusiasts who've realized to reckon loss of life Are gravely married at the moment’s breath. Cloud, Stone, solar, Vine (1958 – 1961) A Divorce of enthusiasts 1 Now those warring halves are to be parted, And the lengthy fight to anneal, come via To the place divided love might develop wholehearted, Is given over. Now we're lower in . by no means will you and that i meet nose to nose, by no means back, you assert, upon this flooring; So our final conflict was once a unique grace— An ether to anaesthetize the wound. after we are unsleeping, we will comprehend higher, possibly, simply the way it could be performed— How surgeons crack aside the tight-clasped hand, What scalpel can unknot love on the bone. The surgeon’s identify is cause. we will see How cause operates on Poetry. 2 I shall now not see the top of this unweaving. I shall lie useless in any slim ditch sooner than they're unwoven, love and grieving, And our lives separated sew through sew. I will likely be lifeless earlier than this activity is completed, no longer for a second offer you your cool head. Say we had 20 years and also have none— Are you outdated destiny itself to snap the thread, And to chop either your lifestyles and mine in part prior to the total layout is written transparent? This tapestry won't unweave itself, Nor I spend what's left of me to rip Your vivid thread out: allow unfulfilled layout Stand as your tragic epitaph, and mine. three One death’s real dying, and that is—not to care. we don't die of feeling: even the extraordinary nice arc of hysteria we had realized to endure. I woke as soon as out of a irritating dream: i couldn't succeed in you. You have been misplaced and chilly. And the worst used to be i didn't even brain, far away myself, and drained just like the previous— yet then you definately woke and soft love used to be variety. Now you condemn us to get up on my own with no human breast on which to lie till we sleep ultimately opposed to a stone, nonetheless enable me say I reside and shall no longer die: if you happen to kill love and cause secret, you've got condemned your self to dying, no longer me.