How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
The young maricones and the horny muchachas,
The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,
The young wives thirty hours' pregnant,
And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.
I raise my cup to entice the moon.
In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.