Tag: lost love
member name: Henri D.
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November 07, 2007 05:35 AM EST --
That first Saturday, in her red car,
driving to Bruges, we hid for a while
in the music in her car.
So there would be no silences
even before we began.
. . .
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October 03, 2007 04:57 AM EDT --
Now I am again on Palatine
In autumn and now properly domestic
Seeking Livia's house
Not entirely in this moment
But not unhappy
The cedars are still here . . .
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October 04, 2007 09:59 AM EDT --
It is not necessary now
To pass her silently in long halls.
And otherwise underscore
That we are separate
We are not one thing
We are singular.
This . . .
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October 03, 2007 04:53 AM EDT --
That world was doomed while we were in it.
Already, as I, in ruins, seized by ghosts.
Not habitable. Fit only for remembrance and remorse.
A good place to be clear of.
As I am except . . .
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November 09, 2007 12:21 PM EST --
Carefully connect the edge of before
To the raw sore edge of after.
Carefully remove the moments between .
The touches, the fears, the smiles,
The ‘don't . . .
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November 09, 2007 11:24 AM EST --
I shouldn't be where I'm not wanted
If you don't love me tell me so,
I said, I'll surely go.
No it is not like that she said
Then, I asked, what is . . .
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November 17, 2007 01:23 AM EST --
For a long time
After it was over
I would imagine
I would pretend
That after the customs
She would be at the gate
And we would drive to Zodiac
In her little red car
And there make . . .
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October 03, 2007 04:40 AM EDT --
Even as she was leaving me
With her for the last time in her car
She said, "if you were 30 now there'd be no question"
But there was no question I could be 30 now
Though . . .
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October 03, 2007 04:42 AM EDT --
The time before our now now interpenetrates with now
The barriers of our affair dissolve
And once again there is the New York Times
And all the world that it describes
Unchanged from . . .
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October 03, 2007 04:46 AM EDT --
I remember all the rooms that we were in
When we were lovers
Even those when we were distant from our moments
Even those that edged the parting of our tides.
I remember the . . .
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October 03, 2007 04:48 AM EDT --
It is like convalescence
One has measured strength and growing capabilities
It is not yet possible for me to pass
The restaurant on the Galleries des Prince
Where we met beginning our first . . .
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