- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Talking Back To Wystan
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Time did say nothing but I told you so,
Nonchalance shrugs out its haunting refrain,
Sure: if I could return, I would not go.
Letting whispers tremble in the air as though,
Soft slow dances were not always in vain,
With nodding pathos, say I told you so.
Suppose it continues as cold winds blow,
And the sole lioness weeps to remain,
You could beg my return, I would not go.
Perhaps questions are poised so I could know,
Why in restless nights, dreams lay still again,
Precious time, I knew, would tell me so.
Should cherubs' arrows stick fast in the bow,
And poets fumble their lovers' quatrain,
I would repeat, once more, I cannot go.
Her broken wings the wild bird will not show,
With calm voice her sweet lullaby shall feign.
Time did say nothing but I told you so,
Yet if I could return, I would not go.
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