By Yahya Abdal-Aziz
No New Words
There are no new words now.
As this moment comes again,
the only good words are used words
and there is nothing new to say.
If I could give you an original thought
to make your eyes open wide again
Just once more, in surprise, or rage,
I would give you that, even if it took
all the other words away, that I might
ever say, to you or anyone. Such solace
would be there, in your impossible anger.
But I imagined it. You're past that danger.
All the good words have been said before
but none are any good for recalling you.
Coming and Going
When was it, today or yesterday,
I found that you had come?
Lying flat on my back in bed,
Too tired to rise just yet,
I study the mudra of the bent forefinger.
It has been a very long night.
When will it be, today or tomorrow,
I find that you have gone?
Where Plato heard the music of the spheres,
Just a few moments later,
We hear only irresolute noise.
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