NO SATISFACTION...    5 mar 06

 

Have nothing to say, for empty I feel

Like you told me you felt days ago:

My book is over, a paper, a farrago

Of mails from people bring me no thrill

 

Like that a single line from you would bring,

Telling me naughty things, or indifferent,

Stepping back again, showing no bent

To a deeper involvement, like anything

ILLUSTRATION IDENTIFIED AS A BARBARA STANWYCK'S VINTAGE.

 

Come from you would make me happier

Than those boring duties bothersome;

And when mayhap something nicer had come

 

Then my old heart would beat the sappier

With hopeless fun and ironic achievement,

Better still for me than daily discontent...