She looks into me
The unknowing heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
Under the clouds of her eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
He alive she alive
And my head rolls through her dreams.
"Three years ago in Paris I got out of a "metro" train at La Concorde, and saw suddenly a beautiful face… I could not find any words that seemed to me worthy, or as lovely as that sudden emotion." - Ezra Pound
Sub City Paris - Sarah Klein and Tom Mason
I often have this dream, strange, penetrating,
Of a woman, unknown, whom I love, who loves me,
And who’s never, each time, the same exactly,
Nor, exactly, different: and knows me, is loving.
Oh how she knows me, and my heart, growing
Clear for her alone, is no longer a problem,
For her alone: she alone understands, then,
How to cool the sweat of my brow with her weeping.