She remains bored and very beautiful <br />her black hair is angry, <br />her bright hand <br />for ages now has forgotten me, - <br />for ages too has forgotten itself, <br />hanging as it has from the neck of a chair. <br />In the lights I drown myself, <br />set my jaws against the coursing of the year. <br />I reveal my teeth to her <br />but she understands this is no smile- <br />sweet, illuminated creature <br />she reveals myself to me while <br />she remains bored and very beautiful <br />and for her alone I live <br />in the appalling world <br />of this inferior heaven.<br /><br />Nichita Stanescu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-love-4/
