Thursday, April 14, 2011

What I Know


by Lee Robinson


What I know for sure is less and less:
that a hot bath won't cure loneliness.

That bacon is the best bad thing to chew
and what you love may kill you.

The odd connection between perfection
and foolishness, like the pelican
diving for his fish.


How silly sex is.
How, having it, we glimpse
our holiness.


What I know is less and less.
What I want is more and more:


you against me—
your ferocious tenderness—


love like a star,
once small and far,
now huge, now near.

This arrived in my inbox today courtesy of the Writer's Almanac.

3 comments:

quilly said...

Silly and profound -- love it!

actonbell said...

"The odd connection between perfection
and foolishness, like the pelican
diving for his fish."

I especially like that.

lime said...

i think i missed that one, then again my life was outta control last week. so thanks for drawing my attention to this one.