From "Song of Myself"Yeah. That's all for tonight.
Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
From "Why Regret?"
Doesn't it outdo the pleasures of the brilliant concert
to wake in the night and find ourselves
holding hands in our sleep?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Snippets, because who says you have to like the whole poem?