Poem Hunter
Poems
IF YOU WANT LOVE LET IT FOLLOW ITS WHIMS
DK (honestly why would i tell you? / does it matter?)

IF YOU WANT LOVE LET IT FOLLOW ITS WHIMS

I have forgotten all the names,
the names of my dead and of my sons.
I don't recognize the odours of my house
nor the sound of the key turning in the door.

I do not remember the timbre of my most cherished voices
nor do I see the things my eyes look at.
Words sound without me understanding them,
I am a stranger on these intimate streets
and there is no happiness or unhappiness that can wound me.

I have scratched out my history of forty years.
I love you.

User Rating: 5 / 5 ( 0 votes ) 1

Other poems of MARÍA MERCEDES CARRANZA (23)

Comments (1)

once again wow dazid another beautiful write...~ your loving friend hazel..