"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, August 28, 2014

HEATHCLIFF


Your face lights up the small frame by my bed,
And your dark eyes talk to my heart and mind;
Yet I will not allow you speak the truth:
You look up at me from another time.


I'd claw grave ground to reach out for your hand -
A fool for times we traded youthful lust -
Even though you forgot my childish pleas
Decades before your blood mingled with dust.


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