But for Lust
But for lust we could be friends,
On each other’s necks could weep:
In each other’s arms could sleep
In the calm the cradle lends:Lends awhile, and takes away.
But for hunger, but for fear,
Calm could be our day and year
From the yellow to the grey:From the gold to the grey hair,
But for passion we could rest,
But for passion we could feast
On compassion everywhere.Even in this night I know
By the awful living dead,
By this craving tear I shed,
Somewhere, somewhere it is so.
Ruth Pitter
[x]#3096 fan dinsdag 9 oktober 2007 @ 11:25:54
