“We have forgotten love, and Sat lonely beside each other. We have eaten together, Lonely behind our plates, we Have hidden behind children, We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns toward you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence.” HeartChildrenTogetherLastsTurnsLostSpeakBlackBehindsSilenceBreakLonelinessMy HeartBedLonelyForgottenAwakeSatPlatesTalk To Me Author:Kenneth Rexroth
“Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.” ThinkingPainNightLostBlackLonelinessFleshInstantThinking Of YouUnendurable Book:The Collected Shorter Poems Source: The Collected Shorter Poems
“Now I know surely and forever, However much I have blotted our Waking love, its memory is still there. And I know the web, the net, The blind and crippled bird. For then, for One brief instant it was not blind, nor Trapped, not crippled. For one heart beat the Heart was free and moved itself. O love, I who am lost and damned with words, Whose words are a business and an art, I have no words. These words, this poem, this Is all confusion and ignorance. But I know that coached by your sweet heart, My heart beat one free beat and sent Through all my flesh the blood of truth.” KnowsLifeHeartArtStillsLostMemoriesForeverBloodIgnoranceSweetMy HeartBeatsBirdArt IsBlindMovedFleshConfusionInstantWakingTruth Of LifeTrappedCrippledHeart Beat Author:Kenneth Rexroth
