Odd Nerdrum. Love Divided, 2005Once you spoke to me of love.
Those were passionate days.
Not a moment to lose,
so we sped through time,
orbiting the earth.
But then, imperceptibly,
a little gap, followed by
minor disasters, strange misapprehensions.
Until a veritable chasm
has opened itself between us.
My limbs can't stretch themselves enough.
And worst of all, I don't even have
the requisite will to move.
So, let us suffer in silence.
I won't even raise a finger.
Not anymore, I won't.
Zaina Anwar, July 2011
Those were passionate days.
Not a moment to lose,
so we sped through time,
orbiting the earth.
But then, imperceptibly,
a little gap, followed by
minor disasters, strange misapprehensions.
Until a veritable chasm
has opened itself between us.
My limbs can't stretch themselves enough.
And worst of all, I don't even have
the requisite will to move.
So, let us suffer in silence.
I won't even raise a finger.
Not anymore, I won't.
Zaina Anwar, July 2011
2 comments:
Beautiful poem. Sums up the sheer unwillingness that often creeps upon us and would not let us stir, sometimes even for love.
Thank you for the lovely comments, Salman.
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