another great lines

I am in a bit of an emotional rut here. Might soon indulge in a little bit of an existential crisis or maybe a sprinkle of anxiety attacks. Call it whatever you want because by the end of it all, when they do occur, it is me and only me who knows how it is to not be capable of feeling. In the meantime, sombreness celebrated, do enjoy this beautiful poem that succeeded in making me feel a rush of good ol' goosebumps.







A Love Song by William Carlos Williams

What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.

I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?