Modern Love L (Truth Is Inconvenient) Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

My hands clasped under a hazy sky
You, so pale and upset
That day, I made you crazy
with the sour wine of regret
Truth is inconvenient
Can’t forget
your mouth distorted in pain
not touching, fully choked
All that was, gone
Your leaving, I’ll die
And you smiled very calmly
“It is windy here-please pass by”

I was born at the right time,
One that is blessed.
Yet that did not let my soul,
live without deceit on this earth.
Live without leaving all hope behind

So therefore, it’s dark in my house
So therefore, all my thoughts
Like sad birds, in evening carousing
Sing of love, that was never here

Something of heaven burns in me
I like to watch its wondrous growth
It speaks in fate’s fits,
When others fear to approach

Speak to me in silence
when you look away
and sing as a thunderstorm in August
as all flowers begin to talk in their gardens
as a white stone shivering in the river’s cool deepness,
Yet, still, one wonderful remembrance shall remain
It is my agony and my utter joy

I believe,
that you whose look
was once directed
into my eyes,
at once would see it.
You shall become
more thoughtful
more dejected
than someone,
only hearing or reading
a story of love.
I know. I know. I accept.
You’ve been turned into a memory
to make eternal this sadness