Looking For A Poem
(8/9/2014 11:50:00 AM)
The poem is from Walter Benton's book This Is My Beloved:
ENTRY September 12
When all the poems on the theme have been written
and all the night and day dreams dreamt, without prophecy or fulfilment.
When hope sustains us no longer—
not being drunk or busy or therapeutically in love keeps us from remembering.
When our new interests, our richer lives...
require quotes to qualify their meanings, and however hard we try,
we can exploit our grievances no further to fortify our resolutions—
what will we do to keep madness sulking in the brain?
When we have forgotten even why we parted, if we ever knew it at all—remembering, however, when we could sleep naked and be warm together,
kiss, though with a cold—
when even baby-talk
and everything I said was sweet or funny and everything you did was beautiful.