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When I think of her sparkling face
And of her body that rocked this way and that,
When I think of her laughter,
Her jubilance that filled me,
It's a wonder I'm not gone mad.
She is away and I cannot do what I want.
Other faces pale when I get close.
She is away and I cannot breathe her in.
The space her leaving has created
I have attempted to fill
With bodies that numbed upon touching,
Among them I expected her opposite,
And found only forgeries.
Her wholeness I know to be a fiction of my making,
Still I cannot dismiss the longing for her;
It is a craving for sensation new flesh
Cannot wholly calm or cancel,
It is perhaps for more than her.
At night above the parks the stars are swarming.
The streets are thick with nostalgia;
I move through senseless routine and insensitive chatter
As if her going did not matter.
She is away and I cannot breathe her in.
I am ill simply through wanting her.
Brian Patten
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Sally Plumb Plumb (1/22/2011 8:06:00 AM)
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This piece is so very lovely... it reminds me of Pablo Neruda
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Larry Bulot (1/1/2009 3:43:00 PM)
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So beautiful. You have great skill. Nice flow.
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Anna Russell (11/25/2006 1:07:00 PM)
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Possibly the best poem ever written about having a broken heart.
Hugs
Anna xxx
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M M (8/21/2005 10:56:00 AM)
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My favorite poem. Ever.
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Michael Shepherd (4/2/2005 2:30:00 PM)
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I'm hearing Yeats read this aloud so beautifully.
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