LOVE SONG: I AND THOU
Nothing is plumb, level or square:
the studs are bowed, the joist
are shaky by nature, no piece fits
any other piece without a gap
or pinch, and bent nails
dance all over the surfacing like maggots.
By Christ I am no carpenter.
I built the roof myself,
the walls for myself,
the floors for myself,
and got hung up in it myself.
I danced with a purple thumb
at this house-warming,
drunk with my prime whiskey: rage.
Oh, I spat rage's nails
into the frame-up of my work:
it held.
It settled plumb, level, solid,
square and true for that great moment.
Then it screamed and went on througt,
skewing as wrong the other way.
God damned it. This is hell,
but I planned it, I sawed it,
I nailed it, and I will live in it until it kills me.
I can nail my left palm
to the left-hand crosspiece but
I can't do everything myself.
I need a hand to nail the right,
a help, a love, a you, a wife.

Entre outros, este poema foi-me enviado no dia 14 de Fevereiro.
Fica aqui publicado, não só por ser muito bonito, mas também porque tem um grande significado para mim.
É que nunca esperei recebe-lo, da parte de quem mo enviou.
Os outros estão guardados com muito carinho!!