mandag den 18. februar 2008

On Hedonism

Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care why

Anymore I just want to get away. When I look

At the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs

Around it. When I watch you dancing there is a

heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm

Sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me

All night, I no longer gather what falls.

Anne Carson: Plainwater

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