Lines from two poems on love and desire made me think about how impossible it is to know your desire and how easy it is to drift from it.
There is this very simple wish for companionship from Carl Sandburg's At a Window
There is this very simple wish for companionship from Carl Sandburg's At a Window
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
and these lines that acknowledge distance from desire from A.R. Ammon's Continuity
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
and these lines that acknowledge distance from desire from A.R. Ammon's Continuity
I've pressed so
far away from
my desire that
far away from
my desire that
if you asked
me what I
want I would,
me what I
want I would,
accepting the harmonious
completion of the
drift, say annihilation,
completion of the
drift, say annihilation,
probably.
Reading the poems made two separate ideas coalesce for me - like they were companion pieces that were meant to be read together. There was once the need for a voice to speak to me at the day end and a hand to touch me in the dark room. Indeed, so powerful was that need that I pressed very far away from even knowing my true desire. And to make peace it is best to accept the harmonious completion of the drift.
Reading the poems made two separate ideas coalesce for me - like they were companion pieces that were meant to be read together. There was once the need for a voice to speak to me at the day end and a hand to touch me in the dark room. Indeed, so powerful was that need that I pressed very far away from even knowing my true desire. And to make peace it is best to accept the harmonious completion of the drift.
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