Walker
When I no longer have your heart
I will not request your body
your presence
or even your polite conversation.
I will go away to a far country
separated from you by the sea
- on which I cannot walk -
and refrain even from sending
letters
describing my pain.
– Alice Walker, from Horses Make A Landscape Look More Beautiful
I will not request your body
your presence
or even your polite conversation.
I will go away to a far country
separated from you by the sea
- on which I cannot walk -
and refrain even from sending
letters
describing my pain.
– Alice Walker, from Horses Make A Landscape Look More Beautiful
Comments
What gorgeous lines of thought breathe heavily in this poem.