Bernard Quest


I Do Not Live Here

Poem by Bernard Quest

This never was my house; you let me live here though,
And there will be, I know, new lodgers, one day.
It is not this, but the thought that I will blink
and never again find our crooked street
if only there to slink in half-light and peer
through shutters, so that he will stand and pull them
yet more tight against the shape that shifts waxy
black leaves of the shrubs below the windows;
it is this, that cracks me up.


Comments about I Do Not Live Here by Bernard Quest

  • Theodora Onken (12/12/2007 2:02:00 AM)

    Bernie, very deep, bittersweet, and with a kick of irony...
    Great write,
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  • Ewigi Liebe (12/10/2007 4:42:00 AM)

    every words has a meaning behind...and behind every word the key of the answer is you...nice penned!

    Mit fruendlichen Grüsse,

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011