When I read William Carlos Williams I see a mirror-image of the way I think my life used to be - although I will never know for sure. Doesn't matter. Nothing matters. The only thing that matters is that his poetry exists and kindness.
I used to think this was the most beautiful thing I'd ever read:
"Sleepless, sleepess,
I twist on my bed,
My beloved is not with me,
The night tormented,
My thoughts dark,
O Lord of Mira, Giradhara,
Another dawn has come.
I can not see you,
My eyes burn,
My mind is taken by you,
Day and Night,
Without patience,
When will you meet me,
Lord,
The words, sweet
on my lips,
Giradhara
Without seeing you,
I can not see."
Last night I had a dream that I was sitting in a movie theater next to a girl. I left the movie early to go get a drink but all the bars were closed. It was cold and rainy.
I used to think this was the most beautiful thing I'd ever read:
"Sleepless, sleepess,
I twist on my bed,
My beloved is not with me,
The night tormented,
My thoughts dark,
O Lord of Mira, Giradhara,
Another dawn has come.
I can not see you,
My eyes burn,
My mind is taken by you,
Day and Night,
Without patience,
When will you meet me,
Lord,
The words, sweet
on my lips,
Giradhara
Without seeing you,
I can not see."
Last night I had a dream that I was sitting in a movie theater next to a girl. I left the movie early to go get a drink but all the bars were closed. It was cold and rainy.