Book of Longing

But I admired the Communists for their pig-headed devotion to something absolutely wrong.

There’s truth that lives And truth that dies I don’t know which So never mind

now look at me married to everyone but you

I make my plans Like I always do But when I look back I was there for you

I see my life In full review It was never me It was always you

you would look at me and it never occurred to me that you might be choosing the man of your life

O France, where I was taken so seriously, I had to reconsider my position.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin. Even though she wakes you with a kiss. Do not say the moment was imagined. Do not stoop to strategies like this.

I want to love you now I want to love you then I want to love you never And then begin again