What can I say to you, darling,
When you ask me for help?
I do not even know the future
Or even what poetry
We are going to write.
Commit suicide. Go mad. Better people
Than either of us have tried it.
I loved you once but
I do not know the future.
I only know that I love strength in my friends
And greatness
And hate the way their bodies crack when they die
And are eaten by images.
The fun’s over. The picnic’s over.
Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left
After you die or go mad,
But the calmness of poetry.
'Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left After you die or go mad, But the calmness of poetry. ' EXCELLENT POEM....
the helplessness of not knowing..but the calmness of poetry will remain.. interesting musings..thanks.
'Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left After you die or go mad, But the calmness of poetry. ' EXCELLENT POEM.... I really enjoyed a lot....
When there is no future for one may leave the Earth; but poetry will live silently telling about love forever!
great poem tragic and rational and passionate and a deep part of the human condition
I only know that I love strength in my friends And greatness great and great poem great expression great 10++++++
This poem can't be much help to any body. Even in writing a poem.
Interesting title and strange poem. Most of my poems don't have birds in them. I can only think of two that do.
I liked the title of the poem. That was interesting. Then I must have gone mad because I don't remember much of the poem
Seventeen lines of waffle, containing little meaning.