Saturday, March 19, 2011

eros

I've been in a funk the past few days (or in more a funk that usual). I stumbled across this poem and it kind of resounded with me. Shoot me a message if you know what I mean.

"Eros"

I had drawn my chair to the hotel window, to watch the rain.

I was in a kind of dream or trance--
in love, and yet
I wanted nothing.

It seemed unncecessary to touch you, to see you again.
I wanted only this:
the room, the chair, the sound of the rain falling,
hour after hour, in the warmth of the spring night.

I needed nothing more; I was utterly sated.
My heart had become small; it took very little to fill it.
I watched the rain falling in heavy sheets over the darkened
       city--

You were not concerned; I could let you
live as you needed to live.

At dawn the rain abated. I did the things
one does in daylight, I acquitted myself,
but I moved like a sleepwalker.

It was enough and it no longer involved you.
A few days in a strange city.
A conversation, the touch of a hand.
And afterward, I took off my wedding ring.

That was what I wanted: to be naked.

- Ellen Bryan Voigt


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