hollyslowly | poem of the day

All night long I hear the sleepers toss
Between the darkened window and the wall.
The madman’s whimper and the lover’s voice,
The worker’s whisper and the sick child’s call—
Knowing them all

I’d walk a mile, maybe, hearing some cat
Crying its guts out, to throttle it by hand,
Such simple love I had. I wished I might—
Or God might—answer each call in person and
Each poor demand.

Well, I’d have been better off sleeping myself.
These fancies had some sentimental charm,
But love without direction is a cheap blanket
And even if it did no one any harm,
No one is warm.

Thomas McGrath.

Crossposts: http://formanymiles.livejournal.com/27365.html

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apiphile

I don't know why this reminds me of Brokeback Mountain but it does.

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hollyslowly

Oh, I see what you mean. "I'd have been better off sleeping myself" = "This is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation."

I think I've only seen that movie once, but it's still lodged in there pretty hard.