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
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
4 comments:
What a great photo to illustrate the wide-ness the poetry speaks to.
OH!! And J is for Jack-O-Lantern!!
67 days!! WooooHOOO!
(just in case you were wonderin'.....)
Brilliant photos. I am in love with the moon. I am probably a lesbian.
Oh how beautiful.
Picture and poem.
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