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Click hereLove is too early a word
for my unsubtle stare,
although it is what my body thinks
when you walk away or flip your hair
idly over your coffee. How light
pools in the depths of your eyes
my body reads as love,
even if all it means is you can't remember
if you left food out for the cat
or lost a towel at the Laundromat—
the mauve one that was so soft.
Only later, when we know how to talk
about baseball or comics or Keats,
will the word really fit, if it ever does.
For now, it's simplyWant
when the camera of my biology
focuses your image in its lens
and snapsLove snapsLove snapsLove.
"when we know how to talk" was my favorite line until i got to your last stanza. this is a delight to read out loud. thank you for sharing it.
You're probably right, gm. That would make the start and end words "love" and "want," which is kinda what the poem is about. I think.
I don't want to give up that last line, though, however dopey it may be. I love the sound of it. But one of the first rules of poetry is: Don't fall in love with a line. (Or a phrase, or image, or whatever...)
So, yeah. Point taken and appreciated.
Great poem, Tzara. You're the master of enjambment. I think, however, ending it at after the 5th stanza would have made it better. "Want" (in italics) sounds so climactic.