Un concerto per l'anima
I Pain
At my wits’ end
And all resources gone, I lay here,
All of my body tense to the touch of fear,
And my mind,
Muffled now as if the nerves
Refused any longer to let thoughts form,
Is no longer a safe retreat, a tidy home,
No longer ...
As the rain falls
so does
your love
bathe every
open
object of the world –
In houses
the priceless dry
rooms
of illicit love
where we live
hear the wash of the
rain –
There
paintings
and fine
metalware
woven stuffs –
all the whorishness
of our
delight
sees ...
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now I am old my teachers are the young.
What can’t be molded must ...
If I could have put you in my heart,
If but I could have wrapped you in myself,
How glad I should have been!
And now the chart
Of memory unrolls again to me
The course of our journey here, before we had to part.
And oh, that you had ...
Some say that love’s a little boy,
And some say it’s a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that’s absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn’t do. ...
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with ...