Apr 162012
 

What is this enigma that has ruined my sleep?
This thought that repeats like an epileptic stutter,
Lightning always striking the same place, two times, twenty?

Sometimes the sway of a dress will make me weep,
The cough of a shoe on the sidewalk,–
If it is your shoe, your feet that do the walking.

A hundred times I have been in love, and never
Have I lost even one minute’s sleep,
No matter how beautiful the woman, no matter how deep

The loves that swam up from my heart to attend her
Like aquarium fish when dinner is sprinkled,
Their small mouths all Os, hungry and unfed.

What is this enigma that has ruined my sleep?
Sometimes the sway of a dress will make me weep.

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