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some words hurt
A Kindness
Where did we stop? In dead summer, that is
male, yellow. You stripped into that glare
of live gold.
It was like living in gold to try to touch you.
It was as if you were day.
Nothing of this is true, but will you
let me have it, Imaginary?
The laugh, confidence, the symmetrical clean
body capable of itself, so being body
as to be naked even to the hands. Will you give me that?
Because even if it is not true, I need
something now to look back into, in order to say:
I have been sudden in the sun's perfection,
I have had blood rise like light,
my hands have answered,
my memory is a bush of grown flame.
It is a kindness you can do me, to have been there
at the centre of summer, yourself the attack of summer,
and to have made all that light out of being young.
I need to have loved you. I need to have told you so.
(-William Dickey)
JESUS.
That last line suckerpunches me every time, but it is these two lines - "It was like living in gold to try to touch you. It was as if you were day" that absolutely destroy me.
Time to go a-malling. I need to buy pajamas, soft things. Comfort things.
Where did we stop? In dead summer, that is
male, yellow. You stripped into that glare
of live gold.
It was like living in gold to try to touch you.
It was as if you were day.
Nothing of this is true, but will you
let me have it, Imaginary?
The laugh, confidence, the symmetrical clean
body capable of itself, so being body
as to be naked even to the hands. Will you give me that?
Because even if it is not true, I need
something now to look back into, in order to say:
I have been sudden in the sun's perfection,
I have had blood rise like light,
my hands have answered,
my memory is a bush of grown flame.
It is a kindness you can do me, to have been there
at the centre of summer, yourself the attack of summer,
and to have made all that light out of being young.
I need to have loved you. I need to have told you so.
(-William Dickey)
JESUS.
That last line suckerpunches me every time, but it is these two lines - "It was like living in gold to try to touch you. It was as if you were day" that absolutely destroy me.
Time to go a-malling. I need to buy pajamas, soft things. Comfort things.
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