Saturday, June 1, 2013

Hollow Woman

Hollow Woman

I pleased myself thinking of you 
In a waste land,
In death’s dream kingdom
Where hollow men burn each other’s straws
I pleased myself

There are no eyes here
Nothing but eyes

Avoiding speech
I please myself

Between the desire
And the spasm
As wind in dry grass
I have myself to please

In my dry cellar
Paralysed force
Gesture without motion
I only have myself to please

More distant and more solemn
I have no one to please
But my stone image
In this hollow valley
Thinking of you

This is the way I end
Not with a bang but a whimper.

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